The weight of our secret was getting heavier every day. After the fight and the angry, desperate s*x that followed, Isaac and I tried to create some distance again, but it lasted less than twenty-four hours. Late that same night, while Elena was asleep, he came to my room. This time there was no rush. No anger. Just us, raw and honest in the dark.
I let him in without a word. He closed the door quietly and pulled me into his arms. We stood like that for a long minute, just holding each other. His heart beat strong against my cheek.
“I can’t keep lying to her,” I whispered. “Or to myself.”
Isaac tilted my chin up so I could look at him. “Then let’s stop lying. At least to each other.”
He led me to the bed, and we undressed slowly this time. No frantic tearing of clothes. His hands were
