I couldn’t sleep. The house was quiet, everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, but my mind wouldn’t shut off. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Isaac’s face in the car—how close we’d been, the way his breath had mixed with mine. I tossed and turned until the clock showed past midnight. Finally, I gave up, threw on a thin tank top and shorts, and crept downstairs to the kitchen for some water.
The lights were off, but a soft glow came from the fridge. Isaac stood there in nothing but gray sweatpants, drinking straight from a bottle of water. His bare chest and shoulders looked even stronger in the dim light, muscles shifting as he lowered the bottle. He hadn’t seen me yet. I should have turned around and gone back upstairs. Instead, I stepped into the room.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” I as
