“You really think so?”
“Isaac, Isaac, stop.” Summer put her hand up, brushing fingers over his face, pushing him away gently.
Isaac stopped immediately and looked up at her with a puzzled look, hands dropping so he wasn’t touching her where she didn’t permit it.
She looked at him for a long, silent moment, eyes flicking over his face. Blue eyes. Elegant nose. Sharp cheekbones. “I’m not,” she said finally. “So don’t say it. Don’t lie. You’re a teenage bundle of hormones and you want anything that holds still long enough.” She got up, and held out a hand. “Not here, after all. My place. I don’t want even a chance of being interrupted.”