Isabel couldn’t breathe properly.

She looked away from him and he peeled away from her.

Isaac had just walked away barefoot, shirtless, leaving her pinned between the fridge and the rising heat of her own confusion.

Her fingers brushed the edge of the counter as she stood there alone, trying to steady her breathing.

She pressed her palm flat against her chest, like that might help her heart slow down.

Why was I even staring at him? she thought.

She wrapped her ...