ISLA'S POV.

I could feel his gaze on me. My chest tightened again, and I fought the urge to look up, to meet his eyes. But I couldn’t stop myself from wondering: was he thinking about that night too? Did it weigh on him the way it weighed on me?

The tension was unbearable. I swallowed hard, gripping my drink a little tighter as I forced myself to focus on Jinhai and Jeneta, their laughter and love filling the space between us. But all I could feel was him.

"Isla, you look pretty," Jinhai ...