Your Dad's Perfect
Izzy POV
He pulls me close, his hand sliding gently along my face, his eyes burning with a raw intensity that makes my heart ache. “I love you, Izzy,” he whispers, the words soft but unyielding, like a promise he’s clinging to with everything he has. His lips brush mine in a kiss so light, it feels like he’s afraid I might vanish if he presses too hard.
“I love you too, Zade,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. “We don’t have to leave, you know. I get that you’re busy.” My earlier insistence on leaving feels foolish now, like I was trying to escape rather than support him.
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