your touch is atomic

ISLA "That isn't fair, and you aren't funny," Isla tells him with a scowl, wondering if he's always been such an asshole and she's not noticed, or if this is something that has developed in the time since he'd forgotten her. Either way, his crooked smiles and dark humour and boyish mannerisms are the equivalent of repeated punches to the gut, and Isla doesn't realise she's bitten the inside of her cheek until she tastes the fresh blood. Inhaling steadily and swallowing down the copper in her mouth, when she speaks she's at least proud that she can keep her voice steady. "Opposed to what?" she wants to know with a soft shake of her head. "I am nothing to you, Remi. You don't know me - I'm beginning to wonder if you ever did. So yes, treat me like the strangers we are, and nothing like this will happen again."