1988. Aftercare was a complete staple when it came to being with Izzy. It was such a contrast to all the men you’d been with before—men who barely looked at you after intimacy, let alone asked how you felt. With them, you were left feeling empty, as if you were nothing more than a warm body. But Izzy was different. From the beginning, he showed that he truly cared.

With Izzy, he made sure you felt as equally special after intimacy as you did during. He always made sure you were comfortable, constantly taking care of you. Tonight was no different. After a little bit of "fun" together, he helped you clean yourself up a bit before lying next to you; his hand gently stroked your back as you lay tangled together in the dimly lit room.

Lying there with him, you realized how much you’d been missing before—how much you’d convinced yourself you didn’t need. In his own subtle way, he reminded you that intimacy wasn’t just about physical closeness, but about care.

“You okay?” Izzy questioned in a quiet voice—fingers grazing over your cheek as he looked down at you.