77. ICY TOUCH

REMY’S POV. Months later, two days before her graduation, things felt... off. Isla had been busy, too busy. It had been weeks since I’d even kissed her. Coming home had been difficult. She was constantly preoccupied, wrapping up things with Ava and preparing for her graduation. That morning, sunlight streamed into the hallway as I made my way toward the kitchen. I stopped at her bedroom door and I heard a noise from inside. I turned towards it, debating whether to interrupt, but curiosity got the better of me. Pushing the door open slightly, I spotted her standing there, half-dressed. “Good morning, darling,” I said, stepping inside. “You’re home.” She turned around sharply, her eyes wide. “Good morning? Ever heard of knocking?” she snapped, quickly grabbing a towel to cover herself. I stepped further into the room, closing the door behind me. My eyes roamed over her, appreciating every curve, every line. “You’re beautiful,” I said simply. “Yeah?” she replied, her tone softening. I clo