She pulled her bra back on, fumbling a little with the clasp, still catching her breath. Her hair stuck to her neck, and the room was too quiet. Isaac was slipping his shirt over his head when she turned toward him.
“We didn’t address the actual issue,” she said, voice still rough. “You posting that damn photo and letting it go viral.”
He looked up, jaw tense. “I didn’t post it.”
She scoffed, bending to pick her jeans off the floor. “You expect me to believe that?”
He stepped closer, dragging his zipper up. “I swear. If that picture’s out there, it means someone was watching us. That’s why I brought you here. We’re not safe until we know who it was.”
She stood still, holding her shirt in her hand. “So someone was watching... and instead of warning me, you dragged me into the woods lik
