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and I slept together, I felt stifled. I wasn¡¯t sure why, I just had a feeling that if I were to
express all of my desires, he wouldn¡¯t take me seriously. Maybe that was crazy, and no
man would turn that down. But Isaac didn¡¯t make me doubt myself for a second.
I didn¡¯t plan on spending the night, but quickly, quiet snores slipped out of Isaac¡¯s
nose. The rhythmic sound lulled my eyelids closed and I slid to the edge of consciousness.
Around my waist, Isaac¡¯s grip tightened, and he pecked the top of my head. All desire to
go home vanished, knowing I was exactly where I belonged.
About an hour later, my dreamless sleep was interrupted by the sound of a phone
ringing. Mumbling, I pressed my eyes into Isaac¡¯s chest. ¡°What¡¯s happening?¡±
¡°I dunno,¡± he said sleepily, and we both went back to sleep.
Sometime after that, the phone rang again.
Thankfully, I had slithered off of his chest and onto the pillow, because that time he
shot up. ¡°Shit,¡± he muttered before stumbling across the room to dig his phone from his
jeans.
¡°Dammit.¡± When he read the screen, he pinched his nose before answering. ¡°Hey,
Tank¡¡±
Slowly, I sat up, covered by the soft sheet. Without Isaac, the bed became cooler.
Rubbing my eyes, I watched Isaac wince as shouting was heard over the line.
¡°I know, no, no I wasn¡¯t, I¡ª¡± He looked over his shoulder and a look of guilt crossed
over his eyes when he saw I was awake. Turning away from me, he walked down the
hallway, saying something along the lines of, ¡°I just fell asleep. Don¡¯t know what
happened, honestly¡¡±
Uneasiness grew inside me as I heard him lie about my presence. My first instinct was
that he was seeing another woman, but that didn¡¯t seem likely. Nothing about Isaac told
me he was the type to settle down. He spoke openly about being with other women. It
didn¡¯t seem like he¡¯d cheat¡ªhe¡¯d just choose to be single.
But something was wrong.
Shortly, Isaac returned, rubbing the back of his neck. ¡°Uh, sorry about that¡¡±
¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±
¡°Nothing, it¡¯s¡ club stuff.¡±
