Isabella's pov

I was still drying the same plate, even though it had been clean for minutes now. My mind was scattered, too many thoughts, too many feelings I didn’t want to name.

Suddenly, he moved. Julian stepped closer until I could feel the warmth radiating from his body behind me. Then, gently, he took the rag from my hand. His fingers brushed against mine, light, careful and he set the rag down on the counter.

“Isabella…” His voice was lower now, rougher around the edges. ...