Marcus

Deciding it might be the outfit, Izzy begins to pull her dress down slightly until she hears a creak by the door.

Izzy freezes the moment she hears the creak. Her thumb hovers over the delete button, phone still in her hand, dress still bunched around her thighs. She looks up, eyes wide, and sees Marcus standing in the doorway, equally frozen, one hand on the frame like he was about to knock or maybe just leave. If he was just a few seconds late, he might have seen her naked!

Neither of them moves for a second. The silence stretches. Izzy feels her face go hot, and she instinctively pulls the hem of the dress down with one hand while pressing her knees together.

"Marcus." Her voice comes out a little breathless, more of an exclamation than a greeting. "I thought you were at work."

"I got off early." He blinks, clearly trying to process what he's walked in on. His eyes flick to the phone, then to her, then to the dress. He doesn't smirk. He just looks awkward, like he's not sure if he should apologize or back out slowly. "I—uh—sorry. I didn't know you were… doing that."

"Taking photos," Izzy says quickly, too quickly. She holds up the phone like evidence. "For Joe. He's at work. I'm just sending him some photos."

She realizes she's explaining herself, and that makes her cheeks burn even harder. She sets the phone down on the bed and smooths her hair back, trying to act normal, like she wasn't just posing in a tiny pink dress in her boyfriend's room.

"You want me to go?" Marcus asks, already stepping back.

"No—yes—I mean." Izzy exhales and shakes her head. "You don't have to leave. I was just about to stop anyway. I'm not even liking how any of them turned out."