By the time Isaac entered the house, evening shadows pushed on the windows. He carried the luggage inside his bedroom and placed it on the bed. It crossed to Isaac to check his phone to see whether his father had left any emails, but even if he had, Isaac already knew what they would be. And he didn't want to hear it, at least not now.
He sat next to the luggage on the bed, staring at it without opening it. He was worried that if he pulled out his phone, he would dial Cristian's number. The guy was starting to feel like an obsessive, particularly after today. He could not even have enough of the man after just one touch. He desired him—his embrace, kisses, smiles, and the expression that said, "I need you, please take me."
Isaac was confident Cristian would be with him when he returned h
