“You really think so?”
Summer couldn’t help it; she blushed and laughed and shook her head. “No, I’m not. You’re saying that because I’m older and I’m letting you have your way.” She trailed light fingertips over his chest and stomach, ever lower, wondering if that would distract him or if he really had noticed her — distancing. One finger snagged in the elastic of his underwear.
Isaac shuddered as her finger trailed lower and he smiled, nuzzling her cheek. “I think you’re gorgeous, and you just need to deal with it,” he said, smiling and kissing her again. “I will spend the rest of my days trying to convince you if I have to,” he said, grinning at her before connecting their lips again and running his fingers through her hair.
“Whoa! Slow down there, loverboy,” Summer said, rearing back mentally. “For all you know I have deep terrible secrets that will make you run away screaming.” Or, you know, foolish little secrets like being a twenty-year-old virgin.