Isla lay in the soft sheets of the four-poster bed, the curtains billowing gently in the breeze from the open window. The room was luxurious, the kind of place she had only dreamed of staying in. The sea view hotel in Nysoria was everything they had hoped for, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the aftermath of what had just happened.
As she shifted slightly, she felt a twinge of discomfort, a reminder of the intimacy she had just shared with Liam. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, a whirlwind of emotions that left her breathless. She glanced down at the bed, her heart sinking as she noticed droplets of blood on the pristine white sheets. It was a stark reminder of her lost virginity, a symbol of the vulnerability she had just embraced.
Wrapping her naked body in the soft blanket, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The cool air of the room sent a shiver down her spine, and she made her way to the window, drawn by the breathtaking view of the Nysoria
