The fresh morning air flowed in and out of his lungs, the fragrance of pine and cedar filling his nose, a cool wind created by his forward motion soothed on his face. Isaac jogged through the trees at a steady, decent pace. Going out in the wilderness and jogging it off was typically the only way to clear his mind as nothing else worked. It never failed to rejuvenate both the mind and the body.
Despite the fact that he was dressed in merely a tank top and running shorts, a sheen of dampness coated his skin, blooming beads over his brow. He'd been trying to get Cristian out of his thoughts since the minute he stepped off the balcony and started working. If he publicly dreamed about the person, he'd feel no remorse, unlike Cristian. However, too much thinking has a habit of leading to actio
