“Baby, that was a whole lot more than nice. I hope you’re not counting on getting a lot of sleep tonight,” Isaac said and glided his hand down my back.
“I’m glad you brought a change of clothes,” I said, making him laugh.
“I was hoping you didn’t think I was throwing myself at you—again,” he said.
“Oh, I knew, but I was going to throw myself at you if you didn’t make a move,” I admitted.
“I didn’t want you to think I was easy,” he said before busting up laughing.
“Now why would I think that?” I asked and kissed him.
Fifteen
Isaac
For a while weboth lay on his sofa, satisfied just to hold each other. This was new to me, and I liked it. “I can hear you thinking,” Tig said.
“Can you hear me planning my next attack,” I asked, and he looked up at me from where he still had his head on my chest. Combing my fingers through his hair, I forced myself not to give him shit about the few grey hairs I saw. He was so different to anyone else I’d met around here. He never made me feel like I was less than him, even if on some level I felt that way without him saying a word.
Tig had lived a lifetime while I’d been stuck in the same town I’d lived in my whole life, and he didn’t mention that one time or ask me if I thought I’d leave someday. The truth was I liked living in Foggy Basin and didn’t want to leave.
“So, when’s your next attack,” he finally asked.
“Once you fall asleep. You won’t know what hit you, but you’ll be happy about it,” I said, and he gave me that look he had earlier. His eyes were full of so many emotions I couldn’t begin to name and didn’t need to. As long as he looked at me like that again, I’d spend a lifetime trying to figure it out.
“Promise me something,” he said and brushed his thumb along my jaw the way he’d done so many times now.
“Anything,” I said before I could even think twice about it. Not that I was known as someone who weighed every action for its risk level which was exactly why I was always in trouble not all that long ago. But I was trying to be an adult these days, and I didn’t think Tig would want me to promise him anything bad.
“Do not ever change. You’re perfect just how you are.” He crawled over me then and kissed me before standing and holding out his hand. “Come on. Let’s clean this up and get to bed.”
“You’re sure it’s okay I stay?” I mean, I fucking planned it, but I didn’t want to force him into letting me stay.
“I’d hate for you to leave,” he said, and my heart did that same flutter thing.
What the fuck was that all about.“I’d love to stay,” I managed to say. We put what was left of dinner into his refrigerator and after both of us had a few more chips he led me to his bedroom.
“Make yourself comfortable. The bathroom’s through there. I’m just going to clean up,” he said before closing the door behind him. The water came on a moment later, and I opened the door behind him before my brain caught up with what my body was doing.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked. He glanced at me before pulling his shirt over his head then turned to kiss me.
“I’d love you to,” he said and dropped his pants and boxers on the floor before he stepped in and once again held his hand out for me. He stifled a laugh as I rushed to get my clothes off and take that hand again while also trying to ignore that ass.
He guided me under the water and paid complete attention to me like it was something we did every day, and he did it for no other reason than he loved it. Without asking he squirted some shampoo into his hand and washed my hair before moving down my body and scrubbing every part of me clean.Everypart. “My turn,” I said when he stood from washing my feet. I followed what he’d done and washed his hair while his eyes slid shut.
This was new for me. I’d never showered with any of the guys I’d fucked around with, and I was pretty sure if we had showered together, it would have just been to fuck again, not to care for each other. I moved some soap to his cheeks and washed the area where I could feel stubble before moving down his body and taking the time to touch everything I’d wanted to for months.
“You look happy,” Tig murmured.
“I am, I’ve never done this before,” I admitted.
“You’ve never taken a shower?” he asked with a sleepy grin.
“Not with anyone else. I mean the school locker room isn’t really the same,” I said and kissed his lips around a grin.
“I hope not,” Tig said as I moved away from the water so he could rinse.
“I really like you, Tig,” I said and that was a first too. The only person I really liked before Tig was Jack and I never felt the need to tell him. But Tig mattered more. He rested his hands on my hips, and I focused on ignoring the fact our dicks were pressed together.
