Chapter 53: Hanging out with Isaac (Christian's POV)
"So, I've been wanting to ask you something," Isaac said as he chewed a mouthful of his turkey club sandwich. He was seated across from me having lunch at my favorite deli around the corner from Grey House. Today, he'd been shadowing me at work. Since his winter break from school had already started, he'd asked me if he could observe some of the goings on at GEH, soon to be Ismintis-Grey. Things were crazy with the official merger being only a few days away, but I didn't mind having him as my shadow. He was trying to decide between business and pre-law as his major when he started college in a few months. Until recently spending so much time with Dad, he'd planned on business, but Dad's legal work had sparked an interest in him. But Isaac reasoned that spending a few hours observing me at work would help him make a better educated decision. Honestly, I thought he just wanted to spend time with me, and I was OK with that. More than OK. I knew that Mom and Dad were talking about adopting Isaac, and if they could get the courts to terminate the parental rights of Isaac's excuse for a sperm donor, then it would be smooth sailing from there, and Isaac would be my little brother.
I figured his question was work related. "What's up?" I asked.
He reminded me, "You told me once that there was hope for me... you know, in the area of... girls. Relationships. But I've never even kissed a girl... outside of... her." Isaac shuddered as he alluded to Elena Lincoln before he continued, "So, what I want to ask you is kind of personal. How did you...? I mean... I know you went the whole Dom route and had subs. I watched your interview with Kate Kavanagh, so I know about all that. But I don't really want to be a Dom." He was quick to add, "I don't want to be a sub either. Never again. I don't want to do the BDSM thing at all. I grew up with that, with my mom being a submissive and all. I'm not even remotely interested in any of that shit... no offense. I just want to be... me. No, I'm not sure that's true. I want to be normal. But how do I... move on? How do I have a normal relationship?"
I was probably staring at the poor kid like he had an extra head. And then, I couldn't help but see the humor in the situation. I chuckled probably louder than I should have, being in a public place. Then, I realized two things. One, there were too many people around us for us to continue this conversation here, and two, Isaac thought I was laughing at him. His face fell, and he looked embarrassed.
I shoved the last bite of sandwich in my mouth, chewed and swallowed, and then stood up. "Come on, little bro, let's continue this conversation in the privacy of my office."
Having already finished his lunch, Isaac stood and followed me out of the deli without speaking. By this sagging shoulders, I could see that I'd hurt his feelings.
Back in my office, I told him, "Isaac, I wasn't laughing at you. Well, not really. Maybe at the absurdity of your question. Not that your question was absurd. Shit, I'm getting this wrong. I was surprised that you asked me of all people about how to have a normal relationship. Have we met? I'm Christian fucking Grey, and I'm fifty shades of fucked up. I've never had a normal relationship in my life. Sure, I love Ana and would lay my life down for her and for my daughter, but I'm figuring this shit out as we go."
"Fifty shades of fucked up?" Isaac repeated. "I like that. Can I use it?" He didn't wait for me to respond before he continued. "If you're fifty shades, Christian, I'm a hundred shades. You realize that my mom was the sub of one of the vilest human beings on the face of the planet when she got pregnant with me, right? She married him because he insisted that 'his son' wouldn't be born a bastard, but he always treated me like one. And even though they divorced when I was little, she ALWAYS belonged to that bastard. Or to whomever he wanted to give her for however long it lasted."
"Did any of them ever hurt you," I asked. I didn't think he had the same scars that I did, but I wanted to be sure.
"Not physically," he answered. "A couple of them knocked me around on occasion, but when that happened, Mom safe-worded, and their arrangement always ended soon after that. But mentally... yeah, I guess. No offense, but I don't see the attraction you have to the lifestyle. The Doms that my mom had were all assholes."
I answered honestly, "I think my attraction to BDSM is part of my fucked-up-ness. But I've learned a few things from friends involved in the lifestyle, and now I know that the way Elena practiced it with us was not right. It was abuse. And the way I've practiced it with my subs was also not right, and now I regret all that, even if they did consent to it. BDSM is not supposed to be an avenue for abuse, but it was for me, and I suspect that all that you've ever been exposed to was also abusive shit. I don't blame you for not wanting it. You're not a hundred shades of fucked up, Isaac. If you want to have a normal relationship, you can."
He scoffed. "Did you know that Mrs. Lincoln was not the one to take my virginity? I bet she took yours, didn't she?"
I loosened my shirt collar. Damn, it was getting hot in here. But I felt I needed to keep being honest with Isaac instead of telling him to mind his own damn business. "She did," I muttered.
Then Isaac proceeded to tell me the story of his own deflowering. "When I turned fourteen, Daddy Dearest paid us a visit. It wasn't that unusual for him to visit on my birthday, and bring me some kind of useless shit. On my twelve birthday, he gave me a box of condoms. I was twelve! I wasn't ignorant about sex, by any means, but I wasn't ready to do it! On my thirteenth, he gave me a copy of the Kama Sutra. The Kama fucking Sutra! I mean, it was an English translation, not the original Sanskrit, but I didn't really get it until I started looking at all the illustrations. I was too young to be exposed to that shit."
I tried to lighten the mood, foolishly, by saying, "Well, at least when the time comes for you to have that normal relationship, you know all those positions..."
Isaac cut me off. "Seriously? Was that the way I should have learned? At age thirteen?"
"No, I guess not," I conceded.
Isaac continued, "Anyway, then, on my fourteenth birthday, he showed up with a girl my age. Just a couple of months older than me. Turns out, she was his slave. I didn't understand it at the time, how she could be in the lifestyle at that age. If I'd understood it then, I would have reported the son of a bitch to the police, but I was really naive. And the girl seemed... eager. She didn't act like she was being forced into anything against her will. Looking back, now I know that he had instructed her to seduce me. I wasn't exactly unwilling, but I didn't know what the hell I was doing. But she did, and she showed me what to do. She even showed me how to put on a condom. And the worst part of all of it was that the son of a bitch recorded it. I didn't even know it until a few months later, when Mrs. Lincoln took me under her wing. It was his idea. The son of a bitch put her up to taking me as her submissive. He wanted her to make a man out of me. That was some fucked-up way to make a boy into a man!"
"Everything about Elena Lincoln was fucked up, Isaac. But that part of your life is behind you," I reminded him. "You have your whole life ahead of you. You're acing high school, and there's no question that you'll get into Harvard. There will be girls. Don't push yourself too hard. You're still... you still have shit to work through, but you are doing it. I don't have any doubt that your college experience will be more normal than mine was."
"I don't intend to drop out, if that's what you're getting at," he said with a smirk. Smart aleck.
"Yeah well, I don't regret that... for the most part," I told him honestly. "But my relationship with my dad has never been great, and that made it a whole hell of a lot worse. I'm not sure if he'll ever fully forgive me."
"Are you fucking serious?" he asked. "Carrick almost worships you. He blames himself for so much shit that he didn't have any control over. It's like he sees you in me and he's trying to correct all his past mistakes that he made with you by helping me."
"Does that bother you?" I asked him. I knew he was speaking the truth... I'd noticed it myself. But Isaac wasn't me, and Dad needed to realize that.
"No, I get it, man. I respect him. Hell, I want to be like him. Minus the mistakes. But really, how could he have known? How could he or Grace have known? I mean, about Mrs. Lincoln... and you."
I noticed that he'd brought up Elena a couple of times now, so he was clearly dealing well with what had happened if he could say her name. I decided to ask him. "How are you doing, Isaac? I mean, with what happened with Elena? How's the therapy going?"
He contemplated before answering me. "Did you know I watched the video of... when I killed her?" he asked.
"What?" I shouted. "Who in the hell thought that would be a good idea?"
"Flynn," he answered. "And it was. I could see clearly that I didn't mean to do it. I don't feel guilty anymore for killing her. She damn near killed me first. And the video showed that it was clearly an accident. Not even self defense. An accident. The gun went off. I didn't pull the trigger, not even to stop her from hurting me. I'm not sure I even pulled the trigger at all, or if she did. Either way, it wasn't my fault."
"You're right," I agreed. "I saw it, and what you just described was exactly what I saw."
He nodded. "Yeah, and I can talk about it now, so I must be doing OK. I still have nightmares about it. About her. But while I'm awake, I'm good. Except that I don't know how to have a normal relationship with a girl. Hell, I want to have sex. Normal sex. With a girl. But nothing I've experienced up to now has been normal."
"When you meet the right girl, I think you'll figure it out," I told him.
"Is that how it's been for you with Ana?" he asked.
I snorted, which turned into a chuckle. "Fifty shades, remember?" I asked him. "You said you watched Kate's interview of us, so you know how we met... and I didn't know who the fuck she was."
"That's right... a BDSM munch," he recalled. "But you also said she isn't your submissive. Do you or don't you have a Dom/sub thing doing on?"
Damn, that was personal. But I was determined to be frank with him. "No, we don't except for on occasion, when we both decide that we want to play. I think Ana's always seen it as role-playing. For me, it's always been... different... with her than with any of my past subs."
Isaac nodded again, looking pensive. "I know you say you're fifty shades of fucked up and all, but you and Ana seem so... normal. I mean, I loved my mom, and I don't want to speak ill of her. She always took care of me. But it was a hell of a way to grow up. Until Carrick and Grace, I've never really seen what I'd consider a healthy relationship up close. But you and Ana seem to have a pretty healthy relationship, and if you're really as fucked up as you say you are, I just want to know how you did it? Or how you're doing it."
I sighed. Did Ana and I have a healthy relationship? As healthy as I knew how to be. It was for damn sure what I wanted with her. "Like I said earlier, when you meet the right girl, you'll know. When I met Ana, I knew I had to have her, but I didn't know I could do vanilla. But it didn't take long. She joked about popping my vanilla cherry. And then... I craved it. She makes me want to be a better man, and it's been that way from the beginning. And then... I found out about Christina. Being a father... it changes everything. There's nothing I wouldn't do for that little girl. For both of them."
I didn't mention it to Isaac, because nobody knew yet, but in my mind, I added, "and my twins." I wondered if Ana was right, that they were sons. I didn't mind either way, but I liked the idea of sons. Teddy and Tommy, as we'd named them the night before. I continued speaking to Isaac, "My purpose in life is different than it was just a few months ago. Now, all I want to do is love them and keep them safe. Damn, I sound like a real sap, don't I?"
"Yeah, but I'm a sap too, so I get it," Isaac answered. "Want to know a secret? I like to read Jane Austin and shit like that. And I like chick flicks. My favorite movie is The Notebook."
I chuckled and said, "A word of advice. Never admit that to another dude. But I think chicks are going to really like that about you."
"Dearest Daddy didn't think so," Isaac said bitterly. "Of course, Mom told him. And it was one of the things that he wanted Mrs. Lincoln to... change about me. I think he was afraid I was gay because he thought my tastes were too... girly. So what if I had have been gay? There's nothing wrong with that, but I'm not. Just... a romantic. Is it so wrong that I want to fall in love."
"Nothing wrong with that at all," I answered hesitantly. I hesitated because he was still so young. "Just... know that it might not happen for a while. And in the meantime, you should have some fun. Use the rest of high school to heal from all the shit you've been through recently, and then when you get to Harvard, just let yourself live a little. Get through college, at least your undergraduate degree, before you find a girl to... you know... really fall in love with."
Isaac smirked at me. "You know, I'm really nothing like you at all, right?" he told me confidently.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I know it might seem like it, because I've spent the past few years planning out my future. I can see why people think I'm like you when they look at that. Plus I look a little like you. And I've been really fucking serious about academics, the way you are about business. I needed to get into Harvard. That's my dream. It was business that I wanted to pursue, just like you, but now... I think I really want to study law."
"You realize you could do both, right?" I suggested. "You could focus on corporate law."
"I could, but I don't think I want to," he answered. "I can see myself as a defense lawyer. An advocate. Or maybe... I don't know... somehow helping victims like... like that girl who I gave my virginity to. Peyton was her name. Anyway, we're getting off topic. I'm trying to tell you how I'm not like you. You seem to think you can plan out every fucking aspect of life. Although... come to think of it... how's that working out for you?"
"OK, smart ass," I responded. "What's your point?"
"Just an observation," he answered with a smirk that matched mine. "Anyway, back on topic, there are some things in life that I know I can't plan, and I don't want to try to. I'm nervous as hell because I don't want to fuck up when the... opportunity presents itself. That's why I wanted to talk to you. This conversation has been more helpful than you probably realize."
I wasn't sure how the hell to respond to that. "Umm... great. So, do you want to go have dinner with us this evening? My cousins from Michigan arrived today. You can meet them."
"Sure," Isaac readily agreed.
"Good. Now, I've got work I need to finish before we can leave, so shut up and let me work."
Isaac smirked at me again. "Yes, sir," he replied snarkily. I was fucking glad to see him this relaxed. There was no question in my mind that I already saw him as my little brother, and he thought of me the same way, as his big brother.
Something he'd mentioned earlier stuck with me, so I asked him to read something while I worked: Ken and Raina's business plan that Ana had shared with me by email. Isaac had said he might want to be an advocate for victims of human trafficking like the girl who had taken his virginity. I wondered how much he knew about it from his experience growing up as the son of Joseph fucking Horowitz. Of course, I didn't tell him who Raina was, and certainly not that she had once been in the same place as the girl he'd mentioned, the slave of his excuse for a father. I wondered how much he knew about his sperm donor's crimes. But that was a conversation for another day.
I spent another couple of hours working, mainly figuring out details related to the merger. Ana and I had agreed to put off any potential acquisitions for the rest of the year, until after our merger. But there was still research to do to prepare for the deals we would be making in a few weeks.
Between emails and research, I also talked with Elliot, who had just returned from his honeymoon in time for Christmas. I had asked him to take a look at the garage at our new house, which he had earlier today, and I was happy with his report that it was totally doable to build an addition onto the back of it, doubling the number of cars it would hold. Instead of the 5-car garage we currently had, with the two-bedroom apartment above it for Taylor and Gail, we would have a 10-car garage, with cars parked in tandem, and we'd be able to add a master bedroom suite to Taylor's apartment on the second floor, resulting in a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom home above the garage. Best of all, Taylor and Gail wouldn't have to move out during the construction, except for about a week or two when the back wall would be reconstructed. We could put them in one of our guest rooms during that time.
I knew we already needed the garage space, as Gail's car, along with any of our other staff's personal cars, had to be parked in the driveway for now. Elliot assured me he had a crew that could begin work immediately after Christmas. The garage was already full, with my two Audi SUVs and my R8 Spyder, and Ana's Tesla and Rolls Royce, and I had already purchased two new cars for Ana, one for Christmas that was already in my possession (hidden from Ana in the Escala garage), and another that would arrive before our wedding.
I hadn't forgotten that Ana wanted a sports car, so for Christmas this year, I'd purchased her her very own R8. The bright blue color reminded me of her eyes when she came. I couldn't wait to give her this car, which I'd ordered weeks ago, but I was determined that she wasn't going to get it until Christmas morning, with a big red bow on the hood. I knew she was going to love it, and I could hardly wait to see the excitement in her eyes.
But I'd ordered the R8 before we'd learned she was pregnant with twins. She wouldn't be able to enjoy it for a while, especially when her baby bump started really growing. And besides, with twins on the way and an almost 2-year old already, Ana needed a bigger car. I didn't want to do the cliche mini-van thing (that was so not us), but I also didn't think Ana would appreciate another Audi, in addition to the two SUVs I already owned, and now two R8 Spyders. Instead, I went with a Mercedes GLS SUV. I had it custom built, with a reinforced body and bullet-proof glass. I even got them to include a hybrid engine since I knew Ana's affinity for environmentally-conscious designs. I couldn't get away from the blue exterior for Ana, but the Mercedes was a dark midnight blue, very unlike the bright Audi Spyder. The Mercedes held seven people, so there would be plenty of room for three carseats for our children, both of us, and security. Of course, we'd have additional security in another car when we all went anywhere together.
With twins on the way, I realized that we'd need to hire more security, and we'd need more vehicles for them too. I talked with Elliot about adding a building on our property near the main road. I wanted it to not only provide more garage space for vehicles that we would purchase in the future but also a few apartments for staff. Elliot promised to start drafting a plan with my specifications.
It was after 5 p.m. when I found Isaac, who had finished his reading and was now playing on his laptop, and we met Taylor and Perez at the elevator. On our way home, I asked Isaac his thoughts on Ken and Raina's business plan, and we talked the rest of the way home about it.
"Seems... dangerous," he told me. "But totally doable. And needed. The thing is, though... I'm not sure of all the girls who are... you know... in it... I'm not sure if they all want to be... rescued."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Why do you say that?" Of course, I knew his words were true, but I was wondering what was going on with him.
"Well... the girl I told you about, Peyton. She was into it. She seemed to enjoy herself."
"But Isaac," I argued, "If she was brought into that life when she was younger and then brainwashed, it might be the only way she knows. She may not realize she has a choice."
"Or she may not care. She may not want to have a choice," Isaac responded.
I contemplated my next words before I said them because I didn't want to hurt him, but we'd been so open earlier, I felt it was not going too far now. "Is this about your mother?" I asked him.
He responded by glancing out the window and watching the city pass by for a few moments. I began to regret my words, but then he surprised me.
"No, it's not about Mom, although I'm not sure, in hindsight, if she knew she had a choice. I don't think she knew any other way to live. She'd been in the lifestyle since she was young... younger than I was when Mrs. Lincoln... you know. Mom was always a slave to that bastard, and had been since her early teens. But what I said earlier... that was about... me."
"You?" I pushed him.
He explained, "Being brought up the way I was... I've realized how easy it would have been to just... you know... stay in that life. I could have had my own slaves. I could have fucked anytime I wanted to. All I had to do was say the words to Daddy Dearest, and I could have been a Dom with as many subs as I wanted. A Master, with slaves ready to service me any time I wanted my cock sucked. It's what he wanted from me. There were plenty of times when I was tempted. But... I knew it was wrong, and I didn't want to do it. I want a girl to like me for me, not because I have control over her, and she doesn't have a choice. Even if she doesn't want to have a choice."
Now it was my turn to look out the window and think about his words. Holy shit, I thought my life was fucked up, but Isaac had not been exaggerating earlier when he said he was a hundred shades. And yet, he'd chosen something different. He wanted that Harvard education, and he wanted love. I was immensely proud of him.
I decided to turn the focus back to the business plan for Ken and Raina's nonprofit. "OK, so other than the girls who don't want out, what are your thoughts. You know there will be girls who do want out. This organization is for them. Does it seem feasible to you?"
"Totally," he answered without hesitation. "I like how it focuses on teaching them social skills that they wouldn't have learned. And the education piece. That's important."
"So... is this the kind of thing you're thinking about for your future? Would an organization like this interest you?"
"Yeah, maybe," he answered hesitantly. "I don't know, let me get through the next four years first. Well, seven years, at least. I have to get through my undergrad, and then Law School."
We talked the rest of the way home about Isaac's education plans. I was surprised to learn that he was actually going to finish high school a year early. His birthday wasn't until September, so by the time he turned 18, he'd already be at Harvard. I recalled that I had already turned 19 before my Freshman year started. Isaac would be one of the youngest Freshmen. I hoped it didn't make him a target.
When we walked into our house, I can only say that I felt... home. It even smelled like home. Either Gail was baking apple pie or Ana had scented candles burning. I was soon to discover... it was both.
We walked into a scene right out of a Normal Rockwell painting. Ana had indeed picked up Derrick and Kelly at the airport earlier in the day, and the 12-foot Christmas tree that I'd ordered for our great room had been delivered and was partially decorated. Traditional Christmas music was playing, and Ana was on her knees in front of the tree helping Christina with tinsel and some kind of sparkly things that I'm sure Ana determined to be child-friendly. I was glad to see that Christina was getting more stuff on the tree than in her mouth. I looked back and Ana and couldn't help but admire her tits, which appeared to be a little larger than they'd been this morning. I wanted to lift up her baggy sweater to see if her baby bump was showing yet, but I knew she wouldn't want me to do that in front of people. It would have to wait until I could get her alone.
Kelly got my attention as she swayed on the ladder she was standing near the top of. She'd reached over too far to hang an ornament that Derrick had unwrapped and handed her, but she caught her balance and righted herself in time.
"If you keep doing that, you're going to fall, damn it!" Derrick shouted at her. "Don't make me come up there and smack you!"
"I'd like to see you try," Kelly shouted back at him.
I glanced over at Isaac and saw that his jaw was almost on the floor. Oh, shit. I followed his line of sight back to Kelly and noticed for the first time how she was dressed. Tight yoga pants that showed off her ass too much, and a tight t-shirt that stretched across her tits and lifted to reveal her stomach when she reached up to hang an ornament. I wondered for a moment if I should say something to her about the way she was dressed. Was it my place? I was, after all, still getting to know my cousins, and I didn't want to piss her off. But Isaac was literally drooling, and he hadn't even met her yet.
Before I had a chance to say anything to Isaac or anyone else, Ana looked up and saw us. "Christian! You're here! Look, Christina, Daddy's home!"
"Dadda!" Christina threw down the sparkily shit and ran towards me. I reached my arms out for her, picked her up, and threw her up in the air before I held her close. Her giggle was my reward. God, I loved my girl.
I held Christina and walked closer to the tree, noticing how Isaac was still staring at Kelly unashamedly. Now, Kelly was staring back at him, and she looked interested. I motioned to Isaac with my free hand.
"Come, let me introduce you," I told him. I looked up at Kelly and then at Derrick. "This is my little brother, Isaac," I told them. Then I looked back at Isaac and said, "These are my cousins, Derrick and Kelly."
"C-c-cousins," Isaac stuttered. "So you're not... you're... you're brother and sister?" His voice sounded hopeful. Shit, he thought they were a couple.
Derrick answered him, "Yeah, she's my sister. Why do you ask?" Derrick looked at Isaac like he was sizing him up. Then he glanced at me and winked. Isaac didn't catch it because he was still staring at Kelly, who was still perched up on the ladder, showing off her ass in those tight pants. She still hadn't spoken, but she was smiling down at Isaac, who had moved to stand under the ladder.
"Umm... hi! I'm Isaac," he called up to her.
Kelly smiled wider and said, "I'm Kelly, and I'm coming down." She started to climb down the ladder, and I noticed that Isaac was totally checking out her ass and tits. Derrick noticed too, but he didn't seem as bothered as I would have been if a guy had been looking at Mia the way Isaac was looking at Kelly. I wasn't sure what to feel. She was my cousin, but I hadn't grown up with her, so I didn't feel the same protective instinct that I did with Mia. And Isaac was my brother... well, he would be soon. I felt protective of him. For that reason, I was glad Derrick wasn't being the jerk that I would have been in his shoes.
On her way down, Kelly apparently missed a step on the ladder, because the next thing I knew, she was falling, and then, she was in Isaac's arms. Did I mention that Isaac worked out, and he was well built? He didn't have any problems catching Kelly and holding her in his arms. Then, before any of us had a chance to say a word, they were kissing.
I glanced at Ana, who was staring at them with the same shock that I'm sure mirrored mine. Then, I glanced at Derrick, who looked amused.
"Umm... who did you say this guy is?" he asked me. "You said brother, right? But you only have one brother, and he's older than you. And married. So... who is this guy?" He sounded more curious than anything.
"My parents are in the process of adopting him," I explained. Meanwhile, as we conversed, Isaac and Kelly were still kissing.
Then, in what appeared to be slow motion, they broke the kiss and looked in each other's eyes. Both of them appeared to be in shock. Isaac carefully placed Kelly on the floor and made sure she was stabile before his hands left her arms. Only then did he glance around and notice all the eyes on him. Immediately, his face flushed crimson.
"Umm... shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... Oh my God! Shit!" He was so flustered it was almost comical, but I couldn't laugh at him, because I knew how humiliated he felt. Derrick, of course, didn't know anything about Isaac's background, so he didn't hold back his chuckle.
Kelly wasn't laughing though. "It's OK," she told him breathlessly. "You don't need to apologize. You caught me. I could have broken a bone. You... saved me."
Isaac only nodded at her, still looking deeply embarrassed. "Excuse me," he said quietly before he took off, down the stairs.. and I was sure he'd head out the back door and down towards the lake.
I looked questioningly at Ana. Should I go after him? Should I stay and talk with Derrick and Kelly, who I'd barely even greeted yet?
"Go," Ana answered my question for me. I nodded at her, but I turned back to Derrick and Kelly before I followed after Isaac. "Welcome to Seattle. We'll catch up over dinner. Hopefully, I'll be able to convince Isaac to come back inside, after he calms down."
"I hope so," Kelly said softly. She actually reached up and touched her lips.
Derrick sniggered at her. "So my baby sister finally had her first kiss," he joked.
Kelly smiled and responded, "Not the first, but definitely the best."
I left then to follow after Isaac, knowing that he needed me, and also knowing that it wasn't my place to tell Kelly or Derrick that, based on what he'd told me earlier today, that actually had been Isaac's first kiss, not counting Elena Lincoln, which was shit they didn't need to know. And based on the rest of our conversation from earlier, I was not surprised that Isaac was now freaking the fuck out.
