I can’t begin to understand why I agreed to go for a run with Isaac Brady. I mean, an additional run. We’re supposed to meet again for a group run this weekend, but this feels unnecessary. Except…this skinny bastard looked so f*****g cute in those blue shoe covers and my cold, dead heart melted a little when he explained that he didn’t want to mess up my floors.
He comes out of my bathroom wearing black running pants that aren’t skin tight exactly, but definitely show me which side his junk hangs toward. I nod, approvingly. I also had gone upstairs to change while he ran out for his stuff.
“So what all do we take with us for a night run?” I look around, as if I’ve got fancy flashlights or something.
Isaac gestures outside. “This is a city, Nicole. There are street lights.”
“We’re j
