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 fucking 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 ...