“Thank you, Max.” Isaac said, touching my arm as I was tying my shoelaces.
“What for?”
“I’m having a great time,” he said. “Except for the fall, ice skating was incredible!”
My chest filled with pride for myself for planning this activity, but also for Isaac and that he’d enjoyed doing something he was initially afraid to do.
Isaac was slowly etching himself into that spot inside me that was normally unoccupied. Other than my best friend Joel, most guys I spent time with only wanted one thing. Isaac was different, and I could already feel that when he left tomorrow, a little part of me would go with him, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
At most, I had hoped spending time with Isaac would lead to some fun of the naked variety later, but the longer I spent with him, the more I was afraid of what that would do to me, and that I would want more.
“I’m glad,” I replied. “I don’t get to be a tourist in my city often. This is fun for me, too, and now, time for the next stop on Max's Special Christmas Tour!” I flourished with my arms wide open.
“I’m right behind you,” Isaac said with a wink.
I raised a brow. Was he openly flirting? God, I fucking hoped so.
