CHAPTER 7

Isla’s POV

I woke up the next morning in my own bed, feeling unusually exhausted. My body ached in ways I hadn’t expected, a dull throb running through my muscles as I shifted under the covers.

I stretched, grimacing at the soreness that clung to my limbs. Every move was a reminder of the night before—of Ethan.

You seemed... inexperienced, I could hear his voice echoing in my head. How was it between you and your husband?

I frowned, remembering how he’d suddenly brought up my sexual inexperience. It had made me feel small and self-conscious, like he’d really crossed a boundary there.

Physically, there was no denying it: Ethan was everything a woman could ask for. He was attractive, his appearance almost too perfect. Courteous and tender, too, at least at the start. But the chemistry between us had been greatly intense.

I glanced down at my skin, noticing the faint marks. Love bites dotted my collarbone, my hips—evidence of a man who had, quite frankly, become too much into it. I ra