He heard shuffling.
Isaac blinked, head still heavy with sleep, body sore in the best way. The other side of the bed was empty. He pushed himself up slowly, bare chest rising and falling as he looked around.
Isabel stood near the window, pulling her dress over her head. Her bra was already on, her hair messy and her back turned.
He sat up straighter. “You’re leaving?”
She didn’t answer.
He reached out, trying to wrap an arm around her waist. “Come back to bed.”
She slapped his hand away without looking. “Don’t.”
His brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
She stepped into her heels, voice low but sharp. “I’m leaving.”
He stood up fast, still in nothing but his boxers. “Why?”
She let out a short laugh and turned to face him, arms crossed. “Why? Seriously?”
He stared at her, confused. “Is
