ISAAC’S POV

After scrubbing the vomit from Snow’s skin and easing her under the warm stream of the shower. I went in to shower. The water beat down on me, rolling over my sore muscles, but it wasn’t enough to wash away the ache clawing through my chest. Or lower.

I wanted to wash the thoughts clawing at my mind, but every time I closed my eyes, she was there burned into my memory. Her skin glowing under the dim bathroom light, the softness of her breast against my arm, the sweetness of ...