Chapter 28

Isabella's POV

We stayed entwined, talking quietly about nothing and everything—his teasing remarks, my dramatic complaints, stories about chocolate, small confessions about our childhoods. I laughed more than I had in days, allowing the soft intimacy to fully consume me. He didn’t rush me, didn’t pull away, didn’t judge the exaggerated groans that accompanied my cramps. He simply existed as my anchor, my warmth, my solace.

At one point, I groaned sharply as the cramps hit ...