Chapter 17: Navigating Life's Complexities

Indeed, even as his warm, surprisingly reminiscent fingers dance over my skin, I feel no uneasiness. Loosened-up breaths brush against the rear of my neck, some way or another broad away all caution. I feel an outsider craving to lay here perpetually in this charming hug.

Am I going off the deep end?

Once more battling the compelling impulse to shut my eyes, I shock upstanding. Out of nowhere losing my equilibrium, I sneak off the bed, tumbling towards the ground. With a noisy accident, I hit my head on the virus stone floor, a slight rush of torment moving throughout my bones.

There is quietness for a couple of moments, then a voice. "Isla?" For reasons unknown, the word sends shudders through my spine with its power. The light by the bed turns on as fingertips woozily handle it, occupying the room with splendor. A head shows up over the side of the bed and I almost go into a self-destructive shock.

It is like I am falling under a profound spell, hypnotized by the striking excellence