Isabel pushed against his chest, breathless. "You can't keep doing this."
Isaac’s brows pulled together. His hands stilled on her waist.
"Doing what?"
She slid off the desk, smoothing her shirt down. "This. Trying to fix things with s*x instead of talking to me. You don’t get to shut me out all day, then pretend everything’s fine just because you want to touch me."
Isaac stepped back, jaw tight. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers gripping the strands for a second before letting out a breath. His other hand flexed at his side, like he was holding something back.
"You're right."
She blinked. That wasn’t what she expected.
He looked at her, really looked. The tension in his body eased slightly, but his voice was low, almost careful. "I’m sorry. I’ve been... distant. I know that. I
