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 sex 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 ...