ISAAC’S POV

After the mess we made, the bed looked like a battlefield, sheets tangled, soaked, and ruined. I stripped them away, spreading a fresh set, laying out a new duvet. Anastasia had taken a quick shower, her body still trembling, before crawling back into bed and falling asleep almost instantly.

This time, I didn’t touch her. My body had had enough. My mind too. Her voice wouldn’t stop replaying, every word carving into me like scripture meant only for me.

“I love you, Isaac. ...