We stayed there, close, the weight of everything unspoken hanging in the air. Izzy’s restraint had grounded us both, and as much as I wanted to stay in this moment with him, reality began to creep back in.
The silence between us was broken by a sudden buzzing sound—my phone. I tensed for a second, not wanting to break the fragile calm we had found, but then I recognized the ringtone: Renna.
Of course. It was late, and I hadn’t checked in. She was probably wondering where I was.
I sighed, pulling away slightly from Izzy, who gave me a questioning look.
“Renna,” I said, motioning towards the phone. He nodded, understanding, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—disappointment, maybe? Whatever it was, it disappeared quickly, replaced by his usual calm.
I answered the call, my
