Max
Isaac looked positivelyadorable when he blushed. It took all my strength not to push his curls back from his face so I could see if the pinked skin reached further down his neck. Also, his eyes. Fuck me sideways and hang me on a Christmas tree, I was sure they weren’t human. They kept changing color, sometimes a shade of blue and sometimes green, very light with a dark ring around the iris.
It was too hard not to stare, so now that Isaac agreed to spend the day with me, I was determined to give him ‘Max’s Special New York Christmas Tour.’
The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, and I paid the fare and helped Isaac out.
“Is it okay if I take you to your room before I go?” I asked. I wanted to make sure he was comfortable and safe.
He nodded in agreement and smiled, so we went inside the hotel lobby and walked toward the elevator.
Isaac quickly found the key card and opened the door, and I followed him inside. There was a king-size bed at one end of the room, and I could see a bathroom at the other end. The curtains hadn’t been drawn, so we could see the bright street lights outside.
The room was a decent size and nicely decorated, but most importantly, it looked clean.
As we went further in and Isaac turned the lights on, I realized there was additional space behind the door where there was a big couch with a coffee table in front of it.
Isaac looked exhausted. I ran a hand through my hair trying to find the right words to make sure he didn’t freak out. After all, he didn’t know me at all apart from the fact I’d saved him.
“Isaac, er…I was wondering, since you have a couch here, could I stay the night?”
He looked at me with his mouth agape and his eyes wide open in shock. Shit!
“I’m sorry. I know you have only just met me, but I would feel better knowing I’m here if you need anything or feel unwell.” I hoped he could feel my genuine intent. Truth is, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep at all tonight. Not with Isaac just barely out of the hospital.
He took a deep breath, sat down on the bed, and started taking his shoes off, so I sat on the sofa opposite where he was, waiting for his answer. He seemed to be pondering what to say, but after a minute, he grabbed his phone again and started typing.
Thank you for your offer. I feel you have already done so much for me, I can’t ask you to sleep on a couch just to look after me.He passed me the phone so I could read the message.
“Isaac, I sleep standing up against a wall at the hospital when I’m doing a double shift. The sleeping arrangement isn’t an issue.” I smiled at him.
I’d managed to sleep in much worse places than this comfortable couch, but it wasn’t a thought I wanted to have right now, so I put it aside.
He handed me the phone again, smiling back, his eyes tired but warm.If you’re sure you’ll be comfortable, then I’d actually be quite happy knowing I’m not on my own.
Relief settled over me like a nice, cozy blanket.
I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the wardrobe to make my bed on the couch while Isaac had a shower to get rid of the smell of smoke and hospital, then I had a shower myself.
The couch was surprisingly comfortable, and the slight gap in the curtains allowed some light to shine in the room providing me with the perfect outline of Isaac’s body on the bed.
I knew once his chest had settled into a regular, slow pattern of rising and falling that he was asleep. It didn’t take me long to drift off after that.
Morning came all too quickly, but it seemed I wasn’t the first one up because when I opened my eyes, I saw Isaac coming out of the bathroom fully dressed in clothes that fit him much better than mine had, shaven, and his hair slightly damp with some of his curls stuck to his face.
He was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed his long, slim legs, and I was sure I would thoroughly enjoy the view from the back, too. He also wore a knitted sweater with a button-up shirt under it. He looked like the boy next door turned into a runway model, equal parts approachable and out of reach. It was going to be a long day if my attraction to Isaac didn’t go away and I couldn’t touch him.
“Good morning,” Isaac hesitated, coming to sit on the side of the bed in front of me. “Did you sleep well?” His voice was raspy and low, but it didn’t sound like he was struggling to speak.
“Like a baby. So much for keeping an eye on you,” I chuckled. “I didn’t wake up once.”
“I slept well, too. I think it helped that you were here,” he said, blushing ever so slightly.
“Do you want to wear your sweater again? Or I’m sure I could find something that would fit you…I mean, it would be a little small, but…” His voice trailed off, his cheeks reddening even more.
“Why?” I teased. “Don’t you like my Christmas sweater?” I asked, grabbing the ugly thing and propping it up against my chest as if it was the best piece of clothing I owned.
When Isaac’s eyes opened wide, I laughed.
