“You really think so?”
“Can I have a kiss?” she asked very quietly, trying to hide the terrible upsurge of hope spinning through her blood. “I think I would like that. And see where that goes. And — and,” her voice fell to a whisper, “maybe we can go on a date? Be … serious? Together?”
Isaac smiled, turning to kiss her hair. “I would like that,” he said quietly before looking down at her and pressing their lips together gently. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek and brushed his thumb over her skin gently.
Summer tipped her head, nestling her cheek more closely into his hand and fitting their mouths more closely together. One hand crept up to rest on his chest, still bare. A soft moan slipped from her throat.
Isaac returned the same energy, arm sliding securely around her waist and holding her there with him. He smiled a little into the kiss, letting out a quiet moan of his own.
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.