Isaac nodded in response.

Curiously, Camila pressed further, "Why didn't you mention it on the phone?"

Isaac paused before answering softly, “I wanted to speak to you face -to-face."

“Then I'm right here in front of you. Speak to me", Camila urged, her gaze steady.

But Isaac remained reticent, his silence palpable.

“Join me, just for a while.." he finally murmured, attempting to divert the conversation.

"Don't deflect," Camila insisted firmly, refusing to be swayed.

Isaac sighed softly, enveloping her in his embrace. "I've missed you," he confessed gently.

“I've missed you too," Camila replied, holding him tightly, her longing evident.

With a newfound boldness, she reached to unbutton his shirt, guiding his hand to her chest.

It was a departure from her usual reserved demeanor, a newfound assertiveness taking hold.

Isaac found himself at a loss for words, his breath catching in his throat as he called out her name, "Mila..."

"Hush. You've always been the one to take the lead. Let me this time,"

Camila interjected softly, pressing her finger to his lips.

What followed was a natural unfolding of their emotions and desires.

As their intimacy deepened, Camila found herself beneath him, her skin marked with traces of their connection - lip prints, fingerprints, and the pronounced scar of a gunshot.

If Isaac could see them, he would surely feel sorry for her.

Camila initiated it.

But... she now wanted him to stop.

“Your eyes... they haven't healed yet," she pleaded, pressing her head against his chest.