Isla’s POV
The sunlight brushed my eyelids, warm and soft, and I groaned before peeling myself out of bed. My stomach twisted with nerves and excitement all at once. Tonight…Tonight was the night. A night date with Zayne. I’d agreed, finally, and now that the day had arrived, my brain wouldn’t stop running circles around what could happen, what I’d say, how I’d act.
I sat on the edge of the bed, tugging my hair into a messy bun, my mind racing. Sienna is going to have a field day with this, I rehearsed silently, trying to imagine how I’d tease him without giving away the butterflies in my stomach. He looked so… alpha over the phone yesterday. What if tonight he’s even more… commanding?
I laughed quietly to myself, rolling my eyes at my own nervousness. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t just
