Isla looked up at Grayson with wide, innocent eyes.
Seeing that expression, Grayson thought back to how pitiful she'd looked minutes ago crying. He caught the back of her head with one hand and pressed the ice-cold bottle to her swollen cheek with the other.
"Hiss"
Isla gasped at the sudden cold.
"Let go, let GO, my whole face is freezing!" She thrashed, but she had zero leverage against him, pinned as she was.
Grayson had never really handled anyone's skin this carefully before, and clearly had no concept of how delicate it actually was.
Isla, small-town raised or not, had skin soft and fair as porcelain the kind that bruised at the slightest pressure.
Her cheek was already red, swollen, and aching, and the cold only made it burn worse.
The second Grayson noticed actual tears well
