POWERLESS

"Let me stay with you, Isla," he mumbled against my skin. His voice was hoarse, almost boyish in its vulnerability.

I blinked, dazed and slightly confused.

"Isla?" he whispered again, lifting his head. His eyes, stormy and flushed with heat, met mine.

"No, Alex," I breathed, my voice trembling as clarity fought through the haze. I began to wriggle out of his hold. "This... this isn't right."

He stilled, his brow arched.

"What are you doing now? Why are you trying to fight me?"

"Because..." I stammered, pushing gently at his chest. "This isn't... right."

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