Chapter 32
- Adrian's POV
- I poured water on my face again, wiping my face clean again. But it failed to wipe out the kiss from my memory.
- My mind kept replaying the kiss with Isla the moment I got back to my room in the pack house from the back mountains. It wasn't planned, nor was it a proper kiss. It was needy, rough, and urgent, as if I was possessed by someone. But it was me and my jealousy. The guilt from it gnawed at me.