I sat on the edge of the bed, the cool evening air drifting through the cracked window, my thoughts spinning in circles. Because of the whole day after our intimate time, the blissful connection with Izzy, it felt like a lifetime ago. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head—the soft pressure of his lips, the way he touched me like I mattered, like I was worthy of love. But now, all I could feel was the weight of what had come after. The full moon was two days away, and everything was spiraling out of control.
Izzy hadn’t answered my calls. It was like he disappeared without a trace after I left him at his apartment this morning. That’s when the worry started creeping in, a familiar knot tightening in my chest. What if he wasn’t there when the full moon came? What if he wasn’t there for th
