“You really think so?”
It felt different this time. Less frantic. More peaceful. She didn’t sense that need to simply tear clothes off. Something important had been settled. Summer tugged them both around until she was across his lap, cuddled close against his chest, and refused to come up for air.
Isaac laughed a little when she shifted them around but rested his hands on her lower back, continuing the long, languid kisses that she didn’t seem to have an intention to break off. He brought one hand up to brush some of her hair back behind her ear and cupped her face.
Once again she snuggled her face into his hand, revelling in the warmth of it, in the sense of skin against skin. Heat lined each vein and artery, much more strongly than before. Drawing back the tiniest amount, Summer murmured, “Isaac?”