Isla’s POV I woke up reaching for my phone.It was instinct, muscle memory more than thought—my hand sliding across the sheets before my eyes were even open. The space beside me was still warm, the mattress dipped where Zayne had been, but my phone wasn’t there. That alone snapped me fully awake.I pushed myself upright, hair falling into my face, heart thudding for no reason I could immediately name.The last message I’d sent Sienna still hadn’t been replied to. I knew that because I’d checked it obsessively yesterday morning before stepping out. Something about the silence felt wrong now, heavier this morning.I swung my legs off the bed and stood. I didn’t bother looking for clothes.The apartment was quiet in that early-morning way that felt private, insulated from the rest of the world. Sunlight filtered in through the tall windows, pale and soft, catching dust in the air. I followed the faint sound of movement toward the kitchen.Zayne was there.Shirtless. Barefoot. Standing a
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