Isla’s POV
I woke slowly, wrapped in warmth that felt too solid to be just blankets. For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes. There was a weight across my waist, heavy, possessive, and comforting. A steady heartbeat pulsed against my cheek. The faint scent of bergamot and something darker, masculine, unmistakably Zayne, surrounded me like a second skin.
Then reality returned in pieces.
Heat crept up my neck as flashes replayed in my mind, tangled sheets, laughter, breathless confessions, the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing that existed in the world.
My lips curved before I could stop them.
I shifted slightly, and his arm tightened around me instinctively, pulling me closer against his chest. His breath stirred my hair, warm and slow.
“Stop moving,” he murmured, voice r
