Joe’s response

The phone buzzes in her hand, and Izzy nearly drops it. She catches it against her thigh, heart already hammering. Joe's name glows at the top of the screen. She opens the thread, and her breath catches.

The conversation reads:

Joe: Just looked at these at my desk. Had to put my phone face down for a second, that's how good they are.

Joe: That last one especially. The way the dress falls off your shoulder, looking back at me like that. Fuck, Izzy.

Joe: I want more. Steamier ones.

Izzy stares at the words. Her cheeks burn. She presses her knees together, bare toes curling against the sheet. She reads it three times, each pass sending a fresh flush down her neck.

Her thumbs hover. She types, deletes, types again.

Izzy: You really liked them? I was so nervous sending those. But if you want more... I can do that. I can be steamier for you.

Joe: Yes baby please do! I miss you so much!