Chapter 208

Isla’s POV

The morning light wasn't the harsh, demanding glare I expected.

Instead, it was a soft, pale gold that crept across the navy carpets of the suite, illuminating the salt-crusted glass of the balcony doors.

I stirred, my body feeling heavy and uncharacteristically warm. Every muscle held a dull, pleasant ache, a physical map of everywhere Graham had touched me.

I felt a ghost of a touch