Page 10 of Surfer's Paradise

Rosie pulled back first.

Isaac barely let her, his lips chasing hers, stealing one last kiss before he let her melt back again the wall, his hands still caging her in.

What the fuck did he just do? Everything was spinning.

Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe this was just the most real thing he’d felt in months.

Her blue eyes were wild.

Her glasses were crooked.

Her lips were pinker, kiss-swollen.

His cock was hard.

And fuck—

This was bad.

“Isaac—” Rosie started, voice furious, breathless.”What the hell?”

Isaac was still breathing her in. Still caging her against the wall, her scent all over him, her lips swollen from his mouth.

Rosie was panting, her hands clenched in his shirt like she didn’t know whether to shove him away or pull him back in.

And Isaac?

Isaac was fucking drowning in it.

Drowning in the heat, the soft press of her body, the way his blood was still pumping like he was deep in the fight of his life.

Except he had no idea who the enemy was.

Him? Her? This thing between them that never should have happened?

Then—

“Get the hell off her!” Vlado snapped from ten feet away, voice tight, too high for someone trying to act tough.

Isaac laughed.

Actually laughed—low and rough, like he couldn’t fucking believe this guy.

Because first of all, this wasn’t his fight.

Second of all?

He was about to lose.

Vlado swung first.

Bad move.

Isaac sidestepped it effortlessly, like it was a slow-motion training drill, then planted his fist into Vlado’s face—

Hard.

Too hard.

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