The car slowed to a stop, gravel crunching under the tyres until everything went quiet.
Isabel looked around.
They were deep in the trees now. There were no lights, houses, just leaves and thick forest on every side.
“Why are we stopping here?”
Isaac didn’t answer right away. He turned off the engine and leaned over her seat.
She jerked back. “What are you doing?”
His fingers brushed the buckle. “Taking off your seatbelt.”
“I can do it myself.”
The belt unclicked. His arm lingered too close to her chest for too long. She could feel the warmth of him, smell the faint trace of something clean and expensive on his collar.
He pulled back without a word, stepped out, and closed his door.
She watched him move around the car. The leaves shifted in the breeze, and the light above the tre
