"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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Everyone was on edge lately. Between nightmares, paranoia, and the constant fear something worse was coming, no one in the group was sleeping well — least of all Angie. With Ava and Derek out of town, and Lydia covering for her, she and Isaac had quietly claimed a night at the loft for themselves. No drama, no battles, no ghosts from the past. Just them.
They needed this.
Now, the two of them sat on Angie's balcony — a quiet spot above the chaos — sharing a bag of chips and trading old stories like they weren't both haunted.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Isaac asked as he grabbed another chip.
Angie hummed, leaning against him. "When you used to sneak out?"
"Yeah. Back then... everything felt calm. Like it was just you and me, and the world could wait."
"I get that. I still feel that, you know. Just... in different ways now," she admitted, glancing up at him. "Like this."
Isaac smiled, watching the way the moonlight hit her face. "You look beautiful."
"Lydia calls it the 'sexy, effortless look.'" She shrugged. "I think it's just hair and eyeliner."
"Well, she was right. But you always look good," he murmured, brushing a curl from her cheek. "Maybe I do miss those nights though. Sneaking around. Pretending the rest of the world didn't exist."
"Yeah," she smiled. "But now we don't have to sneak. It's ours."
Isaac hesitated, then reached into his pocket. "Speaking of... uh. Scott gave me this."
Angie burst out laughing as he held up the condom. "Wow. Him and Lydia both. I guess everyone's rooting for us."
He chuckled too, leaning in. "Was it good? Last time?"
Caught off guard, Angie's cheeks flushed. She looked away, then grinned. "It was. You always make it good."
Isaac smirked, sliding his hand to her waist. "Good."
Their faces were close now, breaths mingling, and Angie crawled closer.
He didn't hesitate. His hand tightened on her lower back, pulling her into him as their lips met, soft at first — then hungrier.
"You drive me insane," he whispered against her lips, and she just grinned, brushing her nose against his before pulling back, eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
