Summer poured more water over him, eyes warm. Then she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him, hands braced against his hips. “I think I’ll keep you,” she murmured against his mouth.
“Oh, you will now, will you?” He hummed and kissed her in return, flicking out his tongue to wet her lip, pushing the jut of his hips into her hands. “Mmm, keep doing that and I might get excited again…”
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.