The night was one of endless passion.
Though Shane Sterling started out as a rookie, he quickly got the hang of it, moving with confident ease.
The sheets were rumpled into waves. They were like fish cast upon the sand, exchanging breaths in a dizzying, breathless haze.
"Isabelle... Isabelle... Isabelle..."
It was as if her name had taken root between his lips; every time his Adam's apple bobbed, his mouth would automatically form the word "Isabelle."
He must have called out her name hundreds of times that night, each utterance a confirmation that she was truly there, in his world.
By the end, Isla Prescott was utterly spent.
Shane Sterling carried her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. After her shower, Isla Prescott fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. Shane Sterling then began gathering the clothes strewn across the floor and putting them in the washing machine.
By the time he finished, Isla Prescott was fast asleep.
