He stole the dress from Scott’s mom. He feels terrible about it and worse when he puts it on and it stretches unflatteringly over his broad shoulders and athletic frame.

He doesn’t know what he is expecting though, he doesn’t know why it piqued his interest so bad.

Isaac examines himself in the mirror, his muscles flexing as he tries to pluck the sundress away from his chest with little give.

He doesn’t hear the door open until he sees your face in the reflection. Terror fills him.