Page 8 of Finding Isaac (Foggy Basin Season Two)

Tig

I woke up the next morning and for once in a long time I was excited to get the day going and get to my new job where I knew I’d see Isaac.

The memory of last night got me moving and even though I forced myself not to think of him while I was showering, it was hard to control the way my body reacted to everything Isaac.

“You want to know him,” I reminded myself as I made a cup of coffee and took out two eggs for breakfast. And I did want to know him better.

My mind wandered back to three years ago when I was living in a city far from here, and the man I thought I’d love the rest of my life.

Josiah and I met when we were working on a complicated project with one of the first companies that hired me to do contract work.

He was their best tech guy but the issues they were having with their system were beyond his capabilities.

Josiah was a few years older than me and cute in that nerdish way that I loved.

But I didn’t know him, not at all. And in the end, I was the one who was hurt while he went on with his life like he hadn’t just blown mine up.

Which was part of the reason I wanted to go slow with Isaac, and the fact that I’d never been more attracted to anyone in my life. “You’re a mess,” I grumbled to myself.

I shoved those thoughts of the past out of my head and made my breakfast while remembering how nice last night had been. Isaac wasn’t Josiah, and eventually I’d need to explain that whole mess to him, but for today I was going to enjoy every chance I got to see him.

Driving into Foggy Basin before heading toward the dryer I still couldn’t believe I was back here again.

Living here had been such a small part of my life, but it had made a huge impression.

Never before and never since had I lived somewhere that I felt a part of the town.

I had friends here that didn’t ignore me when I returned.

Coming back felt like I’d never left, and it made me realize that all those years I’d been moving city to city looking for something I already had back here. Home.

“Oh my god you’re dramatic,” I grumbled to myself again and apparently now I talked to myself.

“Morning, Tig,” Isaac said as soon as I parked.

He was next to his truck, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back against it in his work clothes looking hot as fuck without even trying.

He’d added a pair of aviator sunglasses and tipped his head down just far enough to look over the top of them.

Fuck me. “Hey, Isaac,” I said and walked over to him feeling like a teenager who was called over to talk to their crush.

“Ready for work?” he asked, and somehow, I didn’t think he really meant work.

“Yep, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

He stood there a moment longer before he casually reached up and slid his glasses down his nose and blatantly ogled me.

Of course, my dick took notice because what better way to start my first full day of work than with a hard on?

Pushing himself off the truck, he walked right up to me until he was so close I could feel his breath on my cheek.

“Still want to wait to get to know me better?” he whispered.

He smelled of soap, toothpaste, and something that had to just be Isaac and it was immediately my favorite thing ever.

“You smell so good.” I leaned in before it hit me that we were in the parking lot at work and they would probably frown on us going at it as everyone else was pulling in to park.

“So, where are we going tonight?” he asked.

Had we made plans to get together? I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t about to question it. “Oh, I don’t know, what sounds good?” I asked and racked my brain for something to do.

“Want to come over to my house for dinner, and watch a movie?”

“I’d love that.”

“Just remember no hanky panky,” he said and waved his finger back and forth.

“Did you really just say hanky panky?”

“Your rules, and now that we’re dating, I’m just making sure we stick to them.” He grinned, obviously quite happy with himself.

“Fair enough, I’ll be there right after work,” I said and turned to walk away before I leaned in for a kiss.

“I’ll be in the shower but walk on in,” he said before turning on his heel and disappearing into the building I’d seen him in yesterday. One day and I was already questioning my choice of taking it slow.

“He’ll be the death of me,” I said to myself once again, and made a mental note to stop talking to myself as a few people walked past and gave me a look.