CHAPTER 22
THE SIGHT OF WHAT WE CAN'T HAVE
ISABELLA
I couldn't sleep despite trying everything in my book. Counting the stars, staring at the ceiling and pressing my face into the pillow until my face burned. Nothing worked.
My mind wouldn't stop replaying the feel of his hand on my waist.
I threw off the covers and set my feet down.
Water… I need water.
And maybe if I walked and did something other than lie here in the dark, I could quiet the noise in my head.
The house was silent and Camille's door was closed with no light beneath it. I padded towards the kitchen bare feet against the marble, my shirt brushing against my thighs.
I turned the corner and crashed head straight into something… or someone. I stumbled back, my hand flying to my chest. "Oh my God."
The moment han
