The new magic inside me might have explainedthe spellcasting part of things, but as for the rest of it, I’d have to, well, experience it for myself.
After you see Isaac…
I should go talk to him. Put his mind at rest. But mine wasn’t ready, the storm of emotions congealed within was too precarious right now. I didn’t want to break down. I didn’t want to do anything but make my notes and hang out here for a while.
Using the punching bag, and my rock playlist, I expelled some energy and worked out the pesky knots in my soul.
As I stretched my limbs, a presence appeared in the doorway. My stomach flipped, the heat inside me rising with a happy jerk.
Isaac. His hair messier than normal, his magnificent body clad in lemon jeans and a teal jumper. He looked incredible, my dick pulsing merrily over his aesthetics.
I smiled, lifting a hand in greeting, hoping a tent pole didn’t manifest in my shorts.
I think my happy greeting shocked him because he wrapped his arms around himself. “Hey. Are you okay? Sorry to bug you.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I approached him. For all my wanting to be alone, the entire fiber of my being brightened at seeing him.
“You’re not,” I answered. “How’s the Defensive Sunshine?”
“Back online.” He trembled, his right foot twisted inward. “I’m so… I’m sorry to bother you…” Those pretty lips quivered, eyes glistening with sadness. He seemed too fragile, so uneasy and afraid and I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to take it away, condemn it to the dark, only allow the sunniest parts of him to shine.
Boldly, I took him by the face and pulled him to me, pressing my lips to his. He responded with a surprised gasp, then quickly welcomed my move. His flesh writhed softly with mine, his hands finding my hips.
We lost ourselves in the kiss for a good few minutes, the contact a blissful release. My dick hardened, skin flushing with excitement. I basked in his sunshine, so to speak.
I broke the kiss, keeping my hands on his face, exploring the blue wonder of his eyes. “Sorry, I had to do that.”
He licked his lips. “Do it whenever you want.” He sighed. “This is my fault.”
“Don’t ever say that again.”
“But—”
I kissed him again.
“Is that your answer for everything now?” he asked after.
“Can be,” I said gently.
“I’m cool with it.”
I smiled, resting my forehead against his. I was being pulled along by my feelings, needing him close.
“Thanks for saving my life,” I whispered.
Isaac drummed his fingers on his hips. “Anytime.”
“Thanks for beinginmy life,” I said.
“Anytime. I like being in it.”
Man, his voice was melted chocolate poured over a brownie, all rich and awesome.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I added.
“You’re sweaty,” he responded.
I chuckled. “Is it gross?”
