The next morning, when I looked in the mirror, I laughed out loud.
I was his, all right. I had the scratches, bite marks and love bites to prove it.
"Here," I said, taking his hand and touching his fingers to the love bites over my neck and collar bones. "And here." Then I turned around and he ran his fingertips over the scratches and the teeth marks on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't ever be," I told him. "I wanted it. You gave it to me."
He shook his head. "Still, I'm sorry."
I smiled at the reflection. "I'm not."
"Are you sore?" he asked softly. "Was I too rough?"
I kissed him softly. "Absolutely not. You were perfect." I smacked his ass playfully. "Go put the coffee machine on. I need to shave, and we have a lot to do today."
And by a lot to do, I meant packing up the rest of my stuff before the movers came in. They were only taking it to storage, but I had some clothes, photos and personal papers to grab. The rest of the furniture, television, appliances and other household crap was going into storage not too far from Isaac's. There really wasn't any need to bring anything else other than personal belongings, Isaac's house had everything. But if I needed anything, it wasn't too far away.
By mid-afternoon, I'd just opened the back door of the Jeep when my cell rang. I checked the screen. Shit. Mark. My best friend, besides Isaac, of course. I haven't spoken to him in two weeks.
"Hey."
"Where the fuck have you been?"
I smiled into the phone. "I've missed you too."
"You always call me. What's more important than calling me?"
It was typical Mark. The universe rotated around him, apparently. "Well, actually, I'm moving in with Isaac."
"No way!" he cried. "He finally caved in, did he? You must be really good at sucking dick."
I laughed. "One of my many talents."
"So what brought on the change of heart?" Mark asked. He knew Isaac had originally said no to me moving in with him.
Just then, after having unclipped Brady from his harness in the back seat, Isaac walked toward the back of the Jeep. "Here," I said to him. "Can you carry these inside?" Resting the phone between my ear and shoulder, I handed a box to Isaac, making sure his hands held it securely. "The door leading inside is open."
Isaac stood there with the box. "You know I'm blind, right?"
I kissed his cheek with a chuckle. "Yes, but you're not useless."
I watched him walk gingerly to the door that led from the garage to the laundry. "Mark?" I said into the phone. "Sorry about that. Yeah, something happened to make him change his mind."
I told him a very brief version of the intruder in Isaac's house and our conversations that followed. How it turned out he was just worried that me living with him would make me see just how blind he is.
"That doesn't make any sense," Mark huffed. "Of course you know how freakin' blind he is."
"I never said it made sense."
I carried another box inside and slid it onto the kitchen counter. "Did you want to talk to him while I grab the last of my things?" I asked. "He's right here."
I handed my cell phone to Isaac. "Mark wants to say hi."
As I walked back through the sunroom to the laundry and into the garage, I grabbed my duffel bag of clothes and I could hear Isaac's side of the conversation. He was laughing at something Mark had said. More than likely it was the dick-sucking comment.
I took my bag through to the bedroom and when I walked back into the living room, Isaac was sitting on the sofa. Brady was at his feet, resting his chin on Isaac's knee, enjoying a gentle scratch behind the ear.
I smiled to myself as I sat on the sofa beside him. Putting my hand on the backrest, I ran my fingers through his hair, gently massaging the back of his head. He turned his face toward me as he talked to Mark. He was smiling. "Yeah, it's been good. I think I'll keep him around."
I pretended to be offended, gasping so he'd hear my reaction. I gave him a none-too gentle scratch on the back of his neck, making him smile at me as he spoke into the phone. "Of course you can stay here when you visit… oh, sure. Carter won't mind taking the spare room…"
"Yes, I will!" I interrupted.
Isaac held the phone down from his mouth to speak to me, but making sure Mark could hear him. "Mark said he'll stay in my bed with me."
"No, he won't!" I cried. Leaning over, I spoke into the phone. "No, you won't!"
We could hear Mark laugh, long and loud through the cell phone. "Oh, Carter. You're so easy."
Isaac spoke into the phone. "Yes, he is easy."
I gasped for real this time, and covering his hand in mine, I peeled the phone from his fingers. "Are you two finished?" I asked them both, knowing Mark would hear through the phone. "I'm not easy."
Isaac leaned toward me and called out so Mark would hear. "Yes, he is. And he's got the love bites to prove it."
Mark was laughing so loud, I doubt he heard me tell him to "shut the fuck up" before I hung up on him. I took Isaac's smiling face in my hands and pulled him close to gently peck his lips with mine. "I'm regretting ever introducing you two."
"You love that we get on so well."
I kissed him again. "I can't believe you told him I have love bites."
"Oh, who are you kidding?" Isaac scoffed. "Mark loves that kind of talk, and you know it."
My best friend is bi-sexual. A self-proclaimed sex enthusiast, who "wasn't fussy" if he bedded a guy or a girl. My best friend with a mind that took permanent residence in the gutter. My best friend, Mark, who was never fazed that I fell in love with a blind guy. My best friend, who weaseled his way into Isaac's heart and adored him completely. Just as Isaac adored Mark.
"Anyway," Isaac added. "He's pissed off you never called him to tell him you'd moved in here, and that you didn't tell him about the guy who broke into my house. But he'll be visiting next month, so you'll hear all about it then." He sighed. "Oh, and he wants you to send photos of your hickies to his phone."
"He did not," I countered. "You're making that up."
Isaac grinned. "Maybe. But I'm sure he'd appreciate the sentiment."
I leaned in and kissed him quickly. "The marks on my body are for you and you only." I stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Lunch first, then I'll unpack the rest of my stuff. I might take Missy for a run when it cools down a little later." I pulled the cold cut ham from the fridge and some tomatoes. "Did you want to go to the movies tonight?"
"Um, sure."
There was a cinema not too far away that was Audio Description friendly. Where blind people, and able-sighted people, could enjoy movies. Blind people simply wore headphones that gave audio descriptions of what was on screen. We'd been several times over the last twelve months. "I get to pick which one we watch, because the last one you picked was crap."
Ignoring my jibe at him, Isaac put his hands on either side of Brady's face and touched his face to the dog's. "Don't you listen to him. He's the one with crappy taste in movies, not me."
"Did you want ham and tomato on rye, with or without cheese?"
"Without cheese, thanks."
"And my taste in movies is just fine."
Isaac laughed as he got up and walked into the kitchen. "You're allowed your opinion on that," he said, going to the fridge and pulling out the jug of iced-tea. "Even if you're wrong."
I sliced the tomato and slapped his sandwich together. "Here's your lunch. Extra cheesy."
He poured two glasses of tea, delicately using his fingers to gauge the rim of the glass. "And here's your tea. Extra tasteless." He pushed one glass over toward me. "It matches your movie selecting skills."
"Yeah, thanks," I deadpanned. "I thought you were about to say my boyfriend selecting skills."
Isaac bit into his sandwich and spoke with his mouth full. "Nah, your boyfriend selecting skills are awesome." He swallowed his food. "Your sandwich making skills could use some work though."
I laughed and shook my head at him. "You're very sassy today."
"All part of my charm."
I bit into my sandwich and instead of prolonging this sassy banter, which he would undoubtedly win, I kissed him. Just a quick peck.
"Did you just kiss me with sandwich in your mouth?"
"I did," I answered as I swallowed my food.
"That's gross."
I grinned. "All part of my charm."
While I'd sorted through my clothes and made some space in Isaac's wardrobe and then filed my folders of personal papers with his folders on the desk in the formal lounge, Isaac talked to Hannah on the phone. They were organizing a brunch for tomorrow.
Who was I to argue? I certainly wouldn't argue with one Brannigan, let alone two.
I walked back into the living room dressed in my running gear, as Isaac and his sister were discussing the politics of parking downtown for people with prams. Although he would have heard me walk in, I put my hand on his shoulder to interrupt his conversation. "Just taking Missy for a run," I told him. I collected the dog lead from the back sunroom and called Missy inside.
She was excited, bouncing at the sight of me with her lead. I clipped her lead on, kissed Isaac's forehead on the way out and told him I'd be an hour or so and we hit the sidewalk at a steady jog.
It felt good. No, scratch that. Life was good. And as my feet thumped out an even rhythm as I ran, I got lost in my thoughts. Things with Isaac were going great, he and Mark got on well, Hannah and Carlos finally have little baby Ada, and I loved my job.
But it was Isaac that made me smile. I was living with him, the man I loved. He was doing so well; his moodiness was tame compared to when we first met, he was learning to talk about things that bothered him instead of bottling them up, he was learning that good things, like love, are worth the risk. Even his relationship with his guide dog Brady was great.
Even the frightening incident with the intruder in his home didn't seem to faze him too much. He was understandably shaken at first, and yes, he'd had resulting nightmares the first night, but seemed to simply pick himself up, dust himself off and take it in stride.
I knew he was strong and resilient. He'd faced so much adversity in his twenty-seven years and yet he never truly waivered. Sure, he balked sometimes. We all did. He has fears just like everyone else, but he never let his lack of sight stop him from living. He loves his job, he's fit and active, and has some good friends.
It was no surprise that I admired him. I made no attempt to hide it. He was a remarkable man. Even with his temper, his moods, his defensive walls and his mind-boggling ability to be condescending, arrogant and charming at the same time, he was still perfect.
Perfect for me, anyway.
I'd been so lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize how long I'd been running. I checked my watch and realized it had been almost an hour. I could feel the sweat running down my back as I ended the five mile loop at the park, just a short walk from Isaac's. Though it was late afternoon, the summer sun still had some sting to it, and Missy was panting hard. I found a tap and cupped my hands under the running water to give her a drink.
She loved running, walking and trail hiking, loved being outside and I ran or walked her most evenings. But it was hot, so after she and I had had a drink, we walked back to Isaac's giving us time to cool down.
When we walked into the driveway, there was a car parked out front, which I didn't recognize. The thought of Isaac being alone with some stranger made my heart rate spike.
"Come on," I said to Missy, as I started to jog down the drive. I opened the front door and walked inside, not caring if I appeared rude. "Isaac!"
"We're out the back," came his response.
We're. As in we are. We.
He sounded happy enough, and I felt a bit foolish for thinking he was in some kind of danger. I walked through the kitchen to the back sunroom and then to the back patio, and I saw who exactly the unknown "we" party was.
I couldn't believe it.
Half of me was completely stunned, and the other half of me wasn't surprised one fucking bit.
Because sitting at the patio table with Isaac, was Joshua Lindstrom.
I unclipped Missy and let her out the back door before me, and I watched as she trotted over to the shade of the trees and sprawled out in the longish grass.
I walked over to the table and gently ran my hand on Isaac's shoulder, letting him know I was there, when he said, "Josh called not long after you'd left. He hasn't been here long. He just wanted to come by and apologize."
Only then did I look at Joshua. "What for?" I asked, still shocked this guy had the audacity to just turn up. At Isaac’s house.
"I wanted to apologize to both of you," Joshua started. "I didn't mean to offend either of you yesterday when I asked Isaac out for dinner. I didn't realize you were together."
I smiled at him. He knew damn well we were together. I could feel my blood start to boil and was just about to ask him what fucking angle he was playing, when Isaac spoke. "Carter, will you join us?"
"No, I'm all sweaty," I answered. "I might cool off in the pool. I'll just go get changed."
"Okay," Isaac replied hesitantly. I knew my lack of apology-accepting didn't go unnoticed, and by the way Josh looked at me, I knew he didn't miss it either.
I went into the walk-in-closet, stripped off and snatched my swimming trunks off the shelf, grumbling to myself. Apologize, my ass. This guy was really rubbing me the wrong way. And as I walked out, I caught sight of my naked torso—my love-bite covered, fingernail-scratched torso—and for the briefest of moments, I considered putting on a t-shirt to cover them, then I thought fuck it. I smiled.
I wanted him to see it.
I grabbed a towel, threw my dirty running gear in the laundry on my way out and walked back outside. The look on Joshua's face was fucking priceless.
He tried to hide his surprise, and he recovered pretty quickly, but he stared. I was fairly tanned, but still the purple blotches across my chest, shoulder and lower neck were in stark contrast to my skin. There was no mistaking them for what they were.
I had 'Property of Isaac Brannigan' stamped all over me.
I couldn't not smile as I dived into the cool water. I only swam one lap, feeling the water cooling my heated skin, and I was still smiling at Joshua's reaction when I got out of the pool.
I towel-dried off roughly, wrapped the towel around my waist, leaving my torso on display, and all but fell into the chair beside Isaac with a groan. "Sorry about that," I said casually. "Who's less-than-bright idea was it to run five miles in this heat?"
Isaac smiled. "That would be yours."
"Oh, right," I said, putting my hand on his thigh. "It was too."
I looked at Joshua and gave him a smug smile. He was looking at me with a look I couldn't really place. It was a mix of disbelief, distaste, annoyance and admiration. He smiled at me, somewhat pleasantly. "Carter, I meant what I said before. I wanted to clear the air, that's all."
I nodded, and because I was obligated to respond, I told him, "No hard feelings."
Isaac cleared his throat softly. "Excuse me, nature calls," he said. "Won't be long." He tapped my thigh twice, which felt like a syllable equivalent "be nice" warning to me.
I watched as he walked inside and when the back door was closed behind him, I looked at Joshua. "What are you really here for?"
He smiled and looked down at his hands. "Believe it or not, I actually did come here to apologize."
"And if I don't believe you?"
Joshua shrugged. "You don't have to. I guess I'd probably be the same if I was in your shoes, but I don't mean to cause any problems," he said, looking at me directly. Then he even looked a little sheepish. "It's just that I… well, I move around a lot, travel a lot with my job, and it's not very often I meet some guys who I can relate to. I mean, I meet guys for a casual hook up," he said, blushing at the admission. "But not for conversation, or discussions on work issues, politics, or just current affairs, ya know?"
I looked at him a little disbelievingly. "You want to talk?"
"Well, yeah," he replied with a shrug. "It gets lonely on the road. I met Isaac through work, as you know, and we got talking about books and… and it was good to have an intelligent conversation with someone about something that interested me, and the fact he was gay too made it easier, ya know?" He looked at me and gave me a half smile. "I don't want to cause problems, truly. I feel like a bit of an ass, to be honest."
I smiled at that. Here he was, admitting to just wanting a friend. Someone he could talk to, about books and issues that affected the blind community—both things Isaac was passionate about—and a fellow gay man at that. Who was I to stop Isaac being friends with people he got on well with and had things in common with?
I still didn't really know what to make of him. He appeared to be speaking the truth, but there was always that underlying feeling of something not being right in there somewhere that I couldn't put my finger on.
He seemed to say all the right things, he looked honest enough, and he worked traveling the country, visiting schools for the blind to help them. Theoretically, he should be a real nice guy. And if Isaac worked with him and became friends with him, then it was no business of mine to begrudge that. So I made the decision to make an effort with Isaac's new friend.
He was only here for another two months or something. How bad could it be?
Isaac walked back out and as he sat down, I stood up. "Who wants a drink?"
And just like that, I was offering a metaphorical olive branch to Joshua. But when I stood up—because I couldn't help myself—I turned and walked toward the door just to make sure he could see the scratches down my shoulder and love bite on the back of my neck.
I said I was making an effort. I never said I'd be a saint about it.
I came back out with three bottles of water and some pretzels to share, and they were having a discussion on what sounded a lot like work to me. Something about the evolution of eBooks and screen readers, and how it revolutionized reading new releases and classics alike for blind people. Isaac was smiling as he spoke, and as I listened to them debate, and I joined in occasionally.
Joshua asked Isaac about his time at Hawkins and conversation soon turned to Isaac's job. I loved watching him talk about his classes and the kids he taught. His whole face lit up and he used his hands animatedly. Sitting there listening to him talk with my hand on his thigh, I found myself smiling, staring at him.
Joshua looked at me from across the table and smiled, before looking away seemingly embarrassed at witnessing my blatant adoration for Isaac.
I certainly wasn't about to apologize for it.
"Is something the matter?" Isaac asked, unsure of the awkward silence.
I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I just love watching you talk about your job," I told him. "I think I made Joshua uncomfortable by the way I was staring at you."
"Oh, no," Joshua said quickly. "It's just… I don't get to see a gay couple together very often. It's… well, it's nice."
"Oh," Isaac said, sitting up straighter. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," I told him.
Isaac turned toward me. "Were you drooling over me again?"
I laughed at him, and looked to Joshua. "Thankfully, he's only a little bit conceited."
Joshua smiled, and after a thoughtful pause, he asked, "So, you two have been together for a while?"
"Just over a year," I told him.
He seemed surprised by this. "And you live together?"
"Yep," I said. "But that's only very recent."
"Yeah," Isaac said with a sigh. "He wore me down eventually."
I chuckled. "I seem to recall the words 'move in with me' coming from your mouth."
"Only because you pestered me into it," Isaac said with a sniff.
I looked at Joshua and rolled my eyes. "Conceited and obnoxious!"
Isaac grinned and squeezed my hand. "Oh yes, but you knew that long before you moved in with me."
Joshua was smiling at us, and I shook my head, telling him, "I never win these types of conversations."
He chuckled. "No, I don't presume you would."
"Don't let him fool you, Joshua," Isaac said with a smile. "Carter gives as good as he gets."
Joshua's eyes flickered to the love bites on my naked chest, then back to my face. "I can see that."
I grinned, probably far too smugly, and looked around the yard at the passing afternoon. "Well, I better go get showered and get these dogs fed if we're gonna make that movie."
Isaac's hand instinctually went to his watch. He flipped open the glass cover and read the time with his fingertips. "Oh, it's only four."
"Yeah, but we'll have dinner somewhere first."
"Okay," he said with a shrug. "But if you're picking the movie, then I get to pick the restaurant."
"Deal."
I stood up and looked at Joshua, hoping he'd take it as his cue to leave. Thankfully, he did. "I better leave you guys to it," he said, standing up. "Thanks for having me around this afternoon."
Thanks for inviting yourself was more like it.
Isaac stood up. "You're welcome, Josh. It's been a nice afternoon."
"It has," he replied politely.
We all walked back inside and I organized dinner for Brady and Missy, while Isaac walked Joshua to the front door. I'd filled the dogs' bowls and Isaac met me back in the kitchen. "Did he just call you out of the blue and say he wanted to see you?"
Isaac leaned against the kitchen counter. "Yeah. He said he felt bad about asking me out in front of you," Isaac explained. "He wanted to apologize to both of us."
I washed my hands in the sink. "I was surprised to see him, that's for sure. I thought he might have watched me leave," I added, half joking, half not.
He was quiet for a moment then he added, "He's a nice guy. I think he's lonely, that's all."
I walked over to him and put my hands on the tops of his arms. "Maybe. But at least he knows we're together now."
"He does," Isaac agreed, and he put his hands on my waist. When his fingers felt bare skin, his hands crawled up my sides and over my chest. "Have you been shirtless all this time?"
I laughed. "Yep. Since I went for a swim."
"In front of Josh?"
"Yep," I said, still grinning. "Love bites and all."
Isaac gasped and his mouth fell open. "Carter!"
"And now he knows, without a lick of doubt, that we're together."
"Oh, Carter…" he whined. "Now he's going to think I'm some kind of deviant."
"As long as he knows you're my kind of deviant, I don't care."
His shoulders fell. "I work with him!" Then his eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean, your kind of deviant?"
"Yours, as in belongs to you."
"You don't belong to me."
"Ah, but I beg to differ. It says Isaac was here. And here," I said, taking his hand. I touched his fingertips over the love bites on my chest. "And here," I moved my hand as I spoke. "And here."
He groaned and rested his forehead on my chest. "What am I supposed to say to him on Monday?"
I lifted his chin with my fingers. "You hold your head up high and you tell him you're very loved."
He smiled at that. "I still can't believe you did that."
"Would you prefer it if I left some 'Carter was here' marks on your neck and chest instead?"
He gasped again. "You wouldn't dare!"
"If your friend Joshua wouldn't get the hint, then yes, I totally would."
He grinned and pushed me gently. "Go and shower. Get dressed. Dinner at Lucia's and movies tonight is on you."
"Oh, yay!" I cried sarcastically as I walked through the living room to the hall. "The one time you let me pay and you pick one of the most expensive restaurants in Boston."
"Consider yourself lucky," he called out after me.
I got to the bedroom door and yelled out, "You could consider yourself lucky if you join me in this shower."
I stripped out of my board shorts when I got to the en-suite bathroom and by the time I turned the taps on, he was behind me.
"How was the movie?" Hannah asked. We'd had a brunch of cut sandwiches and pastries, sitting outside in the shade of the veranda at their house, while the dogs sprawled out on the lawn.
"Pretty good," I said. "I liked it."
"It was crap," Isaac added. He was sitting across the outdoor patio table from me with little Ada snuggled against him. He looked particularly good today, dressed in a white polo shirt, khakis and his trademark sunglasses. He grinned in my general direction. "Carter likes movies with action and violence."
I rolled my eyes and took a mouthful from my bottled water. "Not that I don't find artsy, foreign films riveting."
Carlos laughed and said, "Hannah and I have similar conversations."
Hannah raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her husband. "That's because your favorite actors are Stallone and Arnie."
"So?" he defended himself. "What's wrong with that?"
Isaac scoffed. "Oh, dear Lord. I thought Carter's taste in movies was bad."
Carlos fell back in his seat and shook his head at me. "It's not our fault they have no taste in cinematic mastery."
And our morning of banter went on until lunch time, when I suggested we should be on our way. "I have to drop into my old place and make sure the movers have taken everything," I told them. "The cleaners come in tomorrow. The realtor already has someone interested in renting it."
"Oh, so there's no turning back now," Hannah said with a smile. "No regrets?"
My response was immediate. "None."
"Yet," Isaac added. "It's only been a week. Give him time."
"Stop being an ass, Isaac," she retorted. Then she looked at me, "If he's an ass to you, you let me know."
I laughed and told her, "I think I've got him figured out." She looked tired, but I knew better than to tell her that outright, so I said, "You should to get some rest while Ada does."
She smiled at me and Carlos rolled his eyes. Hannah and Isaac were so much alike. Stubborn and independent. Brannigan traits to a tee.
She smiled and kissed us both and we shook hands with Carlos, and Isaac said he wouldn't bother harnessing Brady into his guiding harness to go to the Jeep. Instead he used my arm as a guide and I led him to the passenger door. I clicked both dogs into their harnesses and we were on our way.
When we arrived at my old address, we unclipped the dogs and this time Isaac clicked Brady into his harness. We went inside to find the house, as expected, completely empty. I walked through the rooms, looked in cupboards and wardrobes. There was no trace of me ever being here.
Isaac stood, leaning against the kitchen counter with Brady at his feet. "It's echoey and cold," Isaac said. "It doesn't feel like your place at all."
I walked over to him and pecked his lips. "That's because it's not my place. Not anymore. My place is with you, at your house."
He smiled, almost sadly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Do what?"
"Give up your place?"
"What?" I asked, looking around the empty room. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No," he shook his head and reached his hand out to lay it flat against my chest. "I'm not having second thoughts."
"Then what's the matter?"
He shrugged. "I don't want you to regret moving in with me."
"Why would I?" I asked.
"Because I'm blind."
I picked up his hand and kissed it. "We've been through this before, Isaac. I don't care that you can't see."
He sighed dramatically. "You're insufferable."
I chuckled, glad this downturn in conversation was over. "No, I'm amazing and awesome."
"And you told Josh that I was the conceited and arrogant one."
"Because you are."
"And you're not?"
"Nope," I said. "I'm amazing and awesome."
"If I agreed to that, it doesn't mean you win this conversation."
I laughed and took his face in my hands to kiss him. "Yes, it does. I so won that one."
He tried not to smile. "One out of about two hundred isn't bad."
I did a little happy dance. "Yeah, but you think I'm amazing and awesome."
"Are you finished?"
"Not even close."
Isaac sighed again and pulled gently on Brady's harness. "Come on, Brady. We don't need to be here for this," he said flatly. "No doubt we'll hear all about it for quite a while."
I smiled as I followed him out, locking the place up behind me for the last time. When we got back to his place, I went through the inventory the movers had emailed me, checking and double-checking what I'd itemized against what they'd packed, while Isaac curled up on the sofa with a book.
When I was done, I crawled up his body, sneaking in underneath the book and snuggling in against him. When I'd sufficiently annoyed him enough, instead of reading, he tried to teach me some more Braille.
With his fingertips slowly guiding mine, he showed me letters and words and while I was getting the basics, Isaac declared me to be his slowest student ever. So I tickled him instead, until he was laughing and wriggling and writhing underneath me, which of course ended in a make-out session on the sofa, which of course ended in the bedroom.
And that's how the second week of us living together went. Fun, kisses, laughs, talks about everything and nothing in particular and it was pretty fucking perfect.
But then when I got home on Thursday night after my house-calls, when Isaac was supposed to cab it home, I pulled into the drive to find a car parked out in front of the house. Isaac obviously got a lift home from work.
From Joshua.