“I’m not that amazing,” Summer objected, hiding her smile. “I’m short and smart-mouthed and insensitive and plain.” Absently, she started to run her fingertips up and down his forearm. “And I have terrible secrets.”
“You are to me. You know me despite being a stranger – you get me, if that makes more sense. And you know, Helios picked me so that says it all really,” Isaac quipped with a crooked smile, relaxing instinctively at her touch. “Don’t we all?”
“We’re not strangers anymore!” That objection was strong enough that she moved to look him in the eyes, frowning. “We’re friends. We know lots about each other. But fine. Tell me one of your ‘terrible’ secrets and I will tell you one of mine.”