“Hi, there you are,” he murmured, smiling. “God, you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen, Wyatt Abbot.”
The corner of Wyatt’s mouth twitched slightly, and a blush spread over his cheeks. “Th-thanks, I guess…?”
“So, Wyatt, I’m Izzy, and I’m a cis-man, and I think I might be pansexual, but I sure as hell aren’t straight when it comes to you.”
Wyatt’s gaze snapped up into his. He looked so startled, Izzy smiled.
“I’m sorry, for how I handled yesterday,” Izzy said quietly.
“Apology accepted,” Wyatt breathed out the words, and Izzy could feel the weight he’d been holding since the day before falling off just like that.
“Oh, thank God.” He let go of Wyatt’s chin and let his own head fall forward with relief. “I thought I blew it,” he admitted out loud.
Wyatt chuckled. Then he took in a breath so deep Izzy could hear it.
“W-would you maybe want to…I mean, if you still—” Wyatt snapped his mouth shut.