“Forty. Premium.” Isaac handed the gas station attendant a $40 bill before leaning back against the seat, his fingers caught on the lower part of the steering wheel, staring blankly through the window.
What's the point of escaping? And why are you running?
"I'm not," he said huskily. "I'm leaving."
So why does it feel as though you're leaving home? Everything is being left behind.
With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes—and immediately saw Cristian's face, so near to his that their lips brushed, everything in the man's eyes telling Isaac everything he wishes to understand. His lovely body lay down on his bed in total submission, surrendering himself completely to Isaac.
Sweetheart, we were so close. It's so f*****g near. Tears welled up under his closed lids. We almost had everything..
