Izzy shook her head. "No, I'm sorry," she mumbled, curled up closer, pressing light kisses to his chest. "I just.. didn't think when she asked me. I didn't think you'd.. if you don't want me to go, I won't.."
Izzy's strong-willed nature always seemed to be strangely absent in moments like this. Something about feeling so safe and happy, feeling loved made her willing to do whatever it took, give him whatever he wanted... anything to make him happy.
During moments like this, there were no two jobs or different lifestyles and backgrounds or any of the things that made them fight, that made her worry he'd decide she just wasn't worth it anymore someday.