I should go. This isn’t right. I can’t be out here in the arms of this man with the conflict of emotions swirling within me. And another tear has just tracked down my cheek.
I must look like a crazy person.
I move to step out of his arms, but he stops me and catches my face.
“What makes you happy?” he asks quickly. The question throws me.
As I search for the answer, I realize why he’s asking. He can see straight through me. I can tell.
“Nothing...”
“What makes you wake in the morning? What is that I see fighting inside you to break free? It made you fight me, and if I weren’t for who I was, you would have fought till the end to get off this island. What is it Isabella?”
“Hope…” I’m almost afraid to say the word in case what little hope I have left inside me shatters and breaks. “Hope that there will be light one day.”
My pulse quickens when he runs his finger over my cheek. Blood surges from my head to my toes and my heart flutters when he lowers to my lips and presses his mouth to mine for a kiss.
Fire ripples through me, a delicious sensation that heats up my blood as the kiss sings through my veins.
The velvet warmth of him expands as spirals of ecstasy flow through my body, touching every part of me, every fiber of my being awake.
I drink in the sweetness, the tenderness, the luxuriating sensation.
But then the moment dispels when the music suddenly cuts and his phone starts ringing against the table.
We jump apart and he looks over to his phone.
I take that moment to leave before anything more can be said.
That was too much. That kiss reached too deep. I already know it would be a big mistake to start falling for my captor.
I mustn’t do it. I can’t.
Doing so would make things worse.
I just have a habit of doing exactly that and making things worse for myself.
Even when I know it will be to my detriment.