It happened last night, too, when she bared part of her soul to me and I sat there and tried to pretend like I wasn’t f*****g mesmerized by it.
I’m still mesmerized by it. By her.
I just don’t know what will happen if she realizes that.
The cabin is still quiet when I walk in. I go straight to the shower, strip off my clothes, and step inside the walk-in shower. The floor is coarse black granite and the walls are smooth white marble, all but the one I’m facing, which is a single pane of unbroken glass that offers me an uninterrupted view of the waterfall.
My back aches as the bullets of water beat down on me. Sleeping on the balcony couch left me riddled with knots.
When the bathroom door swings open, I lunge for my towel, expecting to see Isla walking sleepily into the wrong bathroom
