60. ICY TOUCH

ISLA'S POV. Humiliation. That was the very first emotion I felt as reality came crashing down around me. My head pounded, my body ached, and the memories, God, the memories threatened to suffocate me. I had been tongue-fucked. Legs spread wide, completely undone by the one man I was supposed to be avoiding at all costs. The humiliation hit like a freight train, sharp and unforgiving. I wanted to disappear. To fly to Mars and never come back. Because no matter where I went, it seemed Remy Fisher was always there. Watching me. Surrounding me. Consuming me. And after he’d had me like I was his meal, he couldn’t even bother to clean me up. The thought made my stomach twist. I was too ashamed to move, too paralysed by the realisation of what had happened. So I did the only thing I could, I pretended to sleep. And at some point, exhaustion pulled me under for real. When my eyes finally opened, I was in my bedroom. My sheets felt like they were clinging to every inch of my skin, suffocating m