“Yeah,” Wyatt sighed.
“I really need your phone number,” Izzy said, smiling slightly.
Wyatt let out a small guffaw. “I can’t believe we didn’t exchange numbers before.”
“Me neither.”
“I’ll make sure not to be obvious about texting you. I pay my own phone bills and lock my phone so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
It hadn’t even crossed Izzy’s mind that Justin might look at Wyatt’s phone like that, but he guessed it made sense. Not that they really could do anything, because Wyatt was an adult, but…
“I won’t let him take your job away from you,” Wyatt said suddenly.
Izzy frowned. “What?”
“I won’t cause problems. If he finds out we’re in contact, he might fire you and I can’t be the reason—”
Izzy quickly cut him off. “Hey, hey, Wyatt, breathe.” Wyatt tried his best to do as told and luckily the panic didn’t escalate. “There you are.” He smiled and kissed Wyatt gently.
“I love you too, by the way,” Wyatt whispered.