Ducking away from him so she didn’t crack him in the jaw with her elbows trying to put her hair up, she answered, “Yes, but not for a shower! You can bathe me some other time, I promise.” She glanced up, admiring the line of his jaw. “I can’t keep you here all night,” she pouted, and turned the water on, dragging the curtain across.
“I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself, you know – you’ve created a…an insatiable monster here, Summer.” He grinned mischievously and nuzzled at her neck, kissing the bare flesh as stray locks of hair brushed in front of his face. “And why not? It could be fun.”
“Isaac.” It came out half admonishment and half moan. She tipped her head to the side. “You don’t have to keep your hands to yourself.” She managed to lean forward enough to test the water and turn on the shower before he pulled her back against him again. “You have school. I have class. When summer comes, then we can talk about it.”