Page 15 of Finding Isaac (Foggy Basin Season Two)

Isaac

For a while we both 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.

Every part. “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.

“I like you too,” he said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you before. When we spent time together at Christmas, I was instantly attracted to you. But I’d just found out about Josiah a month before that. That’s why I moved here, and why I’ve been so guarded. He did a number on me.”

I wrapped my arms tighter around him happy to finally know why he’d avoided me all that time and pissed off that his ex could hurt him so bad he’d avoid getting into another relationship.

A relationship. I’d never been in a relationship and never wanted to be, until right now.

“You can trust me. Relationships might be new to me, but I’d never hurt you like he did,” I said and meant every fucking word.

No hookup would be worth hurting Tig the way that asshole Josiah had.

In response, he squeezed me tighter and we stayed there until I was sure we’d be taking a cold shower soon. He turned off the water and handed me a towel while he dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist.

We walked back into his room and for a moment I wasn’t sure this was a good idea.

If I stayed tonight everything would change and on one hand, we’d be closer than ever.

But on the other hand, there would be that question now of what we were.

Were we dating? Were we still just friends? Or would we be more?

Tig turned on the television at the end of the bed before flipping back the blankets. It was a basic king-sized bed, but it looked comfortable. “Go ahead and get in,” he said before walking over to turn out the light. “We both need a good night’s rest.”

His bed was so comfortable, and I snuggled in while I waited for him. He dropped his towel and slid in next to me. For a moment we lay there staring at each other before I moved in close enough to kiss him. “Good night, Tig.”

“Good night, Isaac.” He leaned in for another kiss and I was out like a light.