Semua Bab Brotherzoned: My Bestfriend’s Brother : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Isla’s POV The drive was quiet. Too quiet.The taxi hummed along the empty streets, headlights slicing through the dark like knives. I pressed my palms against my knees, gripping them so tightly I could feel the tension in my forearms. I didn’t want to be here. But I had to be.Every turn, every light, every shadow reminded me that stepping away from my life didn’t make me safe. It only gave danger more room to circle. The message from my mother burned in my mind like a brand: a location, precise, unavoidable. I’d ignored her for months, sometimes even years, yet she always resurfaced at the perfect, worst possible moment.I imagined her now: poised, calculating, hands folded as if she was orchestrating this whole thing like a symphony. She literally summoned me. And I was going.The car slowed. The street was silent. Trees lined the edges, casting skeletal shadows across the pavement. Nothing stirred. Too still. Too neutral. I could almost hear the city holding its breath.I step

Zayne’s POV Her arms still wrapped around me, awakening something violent and electric in my chest.Not pain or fear. Memories. A need.It hits so fast I have to brace my hand against the window to keep myself steady. Her forehead that pressed into my back is warm, familiar, grounding—and suddenly the sterile hospital room doesn’t exist anymore. The beeping machines fade. The ache in my ribs dulls. All I can feel is her.I close my eyes.Days. It’s only been days or weeks since I last felt this—this sharp awareness, this feeling under my skin, but it feels longer. Like I’ve been walking around muted, half-dimmed, and she just flipped the switch back on without asking permission.I don’t turn around. If I do, I’ll kiss her. And if I kiss her, I won’t stop.“I’m not asking,” I say instead, my voice steadier than I feel. “I just need to know if you’re okay.”She nods against my back. A small movement. Honest.“I am,” she says. Then, softer, “I think.”That scares me more than if she’d s

Isla’s POV The air between us doesn’t cool after the teasing. It thickens.Zayne leans back against the counter like he’s pretending this is casual, like my mouth didn’t just rewrite his entire nervous system with a few well-placed words and a smile I know he hates loving.“You enjoy pushing limits,” he says quietly.I tilt my head. “You enjoy pretending you don’t like it.”His jaw flexes. That muscle I know too well tightens, the one that means he’s thinking about restraint the way a starving man thinks about food.“I missed your trouble,” he admits.It lands heavier than anything filthy he could’ve said.I step closer anyway.“Careful,” I murmur. “That sounds like an invitation.”His eyes flick to my mouth. Then lower. Then away again, like he’s already losing ground and knows it.“You should get ready,” he says, voice low, deliberate. “You won’t be walking right for a week when I’m healed.”I laugh—soft, sinful, and pleased.“Oh?” I drag the word out. “Big promises for a man in a

Zayne’s POVI didn’t sleep much. Not because of pain—though my arm throbbed dully every time I shifted—but because Isla was beside me, warm, real and breathing like she belonged there. And she did.Which scared the hell out of me.She’d been the one to ask this time. After refusing me. After drawing the line. No sarcasm. No retreat—only that slight lift of her mouth, like she’d crossed back over and chose not to undo it.The day blurred into night with touches that lingered too long to be accidental. Her laughter muffled against my chest. The way she fit herself against me like she’d always known where to go—and the way I let her, despite every instinct screaming that I shouldn’t.I’d been careful with my arm. Careful with everything else. Not careful with my heart.Morning crept in through the blinds slowly, pale and soft, painting her skin in sunlight. Isla slept on her side, facing me, hair a mess across the pillow, one hand curled loosely against my shirt like she’d claimed me in

Isla’s POV I blinked at Sienna, my brain momentarily freezing on her words. Dating yet? The question landed softly, almost casual, but it carried weight. Did this mean Sienna finally accepted what was happening between us? I opened my mouth and stammered, fumbling for words. My heart was beating faster than it should have for a simple question.“It’s… uh…”Sienna waved a hand, cutting me off before I could make a fool of myself. “It’s fine. I already approved of your relationship with him long ago. Just… be careful, okay? Don’t hesitate to tell me anything if something’s wrong.”I nodded quickly, relief and warmth mixing in my chest. Finally, I thought. She doesn’t hate him. She doesn’t disapprove. At least, not overtly.The moment felt lighter somehow, like a stone lifted off my shoulders. I let myself breathe, slowly, deeply. And in that breath, I realized something: I hadn’t felt this calm in weeks.After breakfast, I gathered my things—myself—quietly. The fear that had dogged me