ISABELLE'S POV— 30

The night is cold but quiet. I can feel the harsh wind blowing against my skin. I open my eyes, looking around the room, when I find the window open, and the curtains flying as the wind forces itself in.

Kyler's arms wrap around my body. He had slept off after a while, and I didn't bother to wake him up cause I purposely wasted a lot of time in the bath. I gently remove his hands to leave, but he squeezes me back, and his breath fans underneath my ear.

"Stay," Kyler says,

"The window, I have to close it," I say, but he doesn't make an attempt to let go. Instead, he pushes himself forward.

"Come here, let me warm you," he whispers, burying his head between my neck, sending chills down my spine.

I hold his hands, staring at the ceiling. I know he isn't sleeping, and he proves me right, sitting up.

"Something bothering you?" I reach for the bedside lamp and sit up, inhaling.

"Not exactly," I murmured, and he wrapped his hands even tighter. It felt thick, strong yet warm. "You have to b