Tim blinked at him.
“Oh. I assumed you were bi,” he said. “The apologies are all mine.”
“No, uh.” Isaac wet his lips, the faintest hint of a taste that didn’t belong to him still lingering on them. “Mixed signals, I guess?”
“Or I was too eager to see something that wasn’t there,” Tim allowed graciously, giving Isaac a tiny nod. He wasn’t going to push this.
That was good, right? Isaac just wanted to forget about it, didn’t he?
“Let’s call it no one’s fault?” Tim suggested.
Isaac nodded eagerly, his legs making him stand before he’d consciously decided to.
“Look, uh… I’ve actually had a great night, but I think I need to go home. Hope you find what you’re looking for,” he said, already taking a step away.
He didn’t want the poor guy to think he was freaking out, but, well…
Hewasfreaking out.
Not least of all, he realized, because he hadn’t hated that nearly as much as he’d expected to.
Being kissed was nice. That was all there had to be to it.
The cold night air outside hit Isaac like a slap to the face, which was exactly what he needed right now.
For the briefest moment, he turned back to look at the bar he’d just left. For a fraction of that moment, he thought about going back in.
He shook the thought off before it had time to fully form. Even if he hadn’t just made an ass of himself, itwastime he went home, anyway.
What he needed was a good night’s sleep.
And to never think about this again.
