Chapter 272
That memory–““that girl–““was etched into his soul. A core memory
so vivid, so painfully clear, that it almost knocked the breath from his
lungs.
And now? Now, he had turned her into this.
This trembling, heartbroken girl curled up in his bed, clutching his
pillow like it was the last thing keeping her from shattering
completely. And it was his fault.
And then, despite every ounce of logic screaming at him to walk
away, his feet moved forward.
Slowly. Helplessly.
Because no matter how hard he had tried to push her away–no
matter how much he had convinced himself that this was over–he
couldn’t stand to see her cry.
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For the first time in his life, Graham realized–he had been wrong. So,
so wrong.
Wrong about his decisions. Wrong about his life. And most of all,
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wrong about Isla.
God only knew what else he might have misjudged.
Standing in the doorway of his bedroom, watching her curled up in
his bed, her small frame trembling from the weight of tears, he felt
something crack open inside him. It wasn’t just guilt–it was
something deeper, something raw.
It was a need.
A need to protect her, to make her smile, to erase the sadness he had caused. To touch her–not just with passion, but with tenderness.
He exhaled, running a hand through his hair, then made his decision.
With deliberate intent, he pushed the door shut behind him. The sound made her flinch, and she turned, her eyes wide and damp, her
lips slightly parted.
His body responded instantly, but this time, he didn’t fight it. He let himself feel everything–the way her gaze swept over his chest, the way his pulse roared at the sight of her mussed–up hair, the way the warmth of her skin had lingered on his sheets.
For too long, he had held back. Now, he was done pretending.
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Chapter 272
She wriggled slightly, uneasy at first, but he felt the exact moment
her body surrendered to his–when she exhaled that last shaky
breath, when her fingers hesitantly clutched at the fabric of his shirt,
when her tense muscles slowly relaxed against him. It was the
smallest shift, but it meant everything.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of her. He
felt her breathing slow, her lashes flutter against his arm as sleep
ally started to claim her. And for the first time in months, Graham
In’t feel restless. He didn’t feel lost.
He went to sleep with Isla spooned against his body with the thought
that tomorrow, his life was going to change forever.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
