Chapter 117

Isla's Point of View

I am not supposed to wash my hair for at least three days but when Kairos asked me to take a bath with him. I couldn't find myself saying no, afraid that I might upset him which I don't want to because we just made up.

"Isla?" He softly asked from the bath tub which made me look in the said direction before I darted my eyes back to the mirror on the wall to finish putting my hair on a clamp.

"I am coming," I told him as my feet made those tiny little steps towards where he was waiting for me. Scented candles were lit up and placed all over the bathroom. Kairos is submerged and covered with the bubble bath that he made himself while he is comfortably leaning his back against the black tub. He was enjoying a bottle of wineglass, and then there was a glass waiting for me too.

"What took you so long?" He asked, almost pouting his lips. I untie my bathrobe and strip it off me. His eyes ferociously scan me from my neck down to my feet and they went back to my firm an