Isla
I woke up again, this time not so disoriented, but I smiled when I saw Jackson's face replace The Luna’s.
“Hi.” I smiled wide.
“Hello, mate.” His voice was low. Hearing him say that was the best thing I’d ever heard. It meant he accepted me. “I brought you a few books, I noticed you had one packed, and I thought it might mean that you like reading?”
I nodded enthusiastically as he piled ten books I’d never heard of on the bed beside me. I sat up slowly and run my hands over the covers, reading them, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Little Woman, Animal Farm, The Great Gatsby, The Hobbit. I’d never read any of these before.
“I didn’t know what you liked to read, so I brought a bit of everything.” He smiled sheepishly, and it was the cutest thing.
“Thank you so much. Can I borrow s
