I actually believe I’m warming up to Isaac.  Or he’s more willing than he was before to let it show, to me at least.  

He says I’m crazy.  “Fucking crazy” he mutters.  Does it make that even truer if I were to say that his words do not come off as distasteful but rather a note of attraction to me now?   He has a hard time making up his mind whether or not he’s pleased with my adoration.  I think he’s both flattered and scared of the fact that some fairly decent looking chick is attracted to him, with no expectations, knowing all to well of his “unconventional” ways, to put it nicely. 

I kissed him.  I kissed him like I meant it.   Our twenty fingers intertwined, with the ticking clock and daybreak chasing after us, I could sense both his pleasure and hesitation.   He was all too sober and my mouth still wet with gin and whiskey from hours before, and with my heightened sensitivity I could detect his bewilderment- he’s not very good at playing role-play when he’s sober.

I still have his dogtags!  This is so silly.  Apparently he has two because the one he received upon crossing  says “Northwestern” and this one that I have with me indicates “Alpha Eta” for the chapter status.  I told him I wouldn’t give it to him so I saw him the day after and he actually let me.  

The only thing that’s going to ruin this streak is Andy- Kevin says he’s visiting sometime July... great fucking timing, just when Isaac’s putting his guard down and letting himself react to me.  In the worst case scenario, Andy’s going to come in and revive his nonsensical ‘brotherhood’ mentality and Isaac’s going to retrieve himself