ISOLDE

The morning light crept into the room slowly, brushing across my skin like a soft hand that wasn’t ready to wake me yet. My body ached in every corner, sweet pain that reminded me of the night before. I turned to my side, reaching for him, but found nothing except the cool sheets.

A quiet sound came from the bathroom door, then it opened. My breath caught. Rowan stepped out, water dripping down his chest, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead, his lips glistening. The steam ...