Calm

Izzy exhales shakily, her hand still pressed against the front of her underwear as she looks up at Marcus with a sheepish, apologetic expression. The pink dress remains bunched around her hips, but at least she's not lying spread out anymore.

"Thank you for being cool about all this," she says quietly, her voice soft and genuine. "And I think... I think it's best if we stop here. I don't want to keep pushing it and make things weird. You're Joe's roommate, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable if he ever found out about this."

Marcus nods, stepping back to give her more space. He reaches for his phone from the nightstand and taps through a few screens. "Yeah, I think that's the right call. I'll send you the pictures I took — the good ones, at least. You can decide which ones you actually want to send to Joe."

Izzy lets out a small, relieved sigh, a genuine smile flickering at the corner of her mouth. "You don't have to send them all. Just... the ones that look decent. I'll go through them and pick something that's not too much."

"Deal," Marcus says, already thumbing through his gallery. "I'll text them to you in a bit. Just make sure you're decent by the time you open that phone, alright?"

She laughs softly, finally relaxing her shoulders. "Yeah, I'll be decent”