She spluttered a laugh, wobbling against him. “Isaac! I guess,” she said, giggling, “that means I better get out. We wouldn’t want to excite you too much, that would be terrible. However did you manage before you met me?” She withdrew, slowly, the length of the bathtub, then slipped out around the curtain before he could grab her.
Grinning at her reaction, he nosed at the underside of her chin and pressed a tender kiss there, willing his body to calm down. “I had my hands, remember?” He teased her mercilessly and then eyed her appreciatively, stepping out of the tub after her as he licked at his lips. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Summer stopped, startled, with the towel in her hands, half turned to pass it to him. “I’m not,” she said, shaking her head, smile going wry and crooked. “Not like you.” She threw the towel over his head, picking up another one and wrapping it around herself. “Don’t be sillier than you have to be.”