Chapter 44

Isabella's eyelids fluttered open, the soft morning light streaming through the window bathed her face in a warm glow. She lay still, her gaze drifting upward to the ceiling.
Her mind, once foggy from sleep, began to sharpen, and the haze of slumber lifted. Thoughts, like whispers in the darkness, started to emerge, each one vying for attention.
Zack's face materialized in her mind's eye, his chiseled features etched in vivid detail. Memories of their laughter, their whispered conversations, and the electrifying touch of his skin against hers flooded her consciousness.