Summer was still a little uneasy about Derek, but he didn’t try to interfere between the two of them, and he hadn’t offered any harm to her. So she just gave him a little smile, explained her errand, and went where he told her Isaac was.
Being presented with a mostly-bare boyfriend in a sliding, damp towel, clearly nowhere near ready, was not at all what she expected. As quietly as possible, she knelt beside him and murmured, “I’m not under there.”
Jumping violently and banging his head on the underside of the bed, he cursed and scooted out backwards, rubbing at the back of his head and clutching at the towel with his free hand as he twisted to face her.
“Summer! Hey – I was just looking for some shorts,” he said with a sheepish little smile, leaning forwards to kiss her on the lips, the bruise on his head already vanishing.
She couldn’t kiss him back properly for laughing, sitting back on her heels. “Running a little late?” She pulled at the edge of the towel, eyebrows lifting. In a smooth motion, she rocked to her feet. “Come on, sleepyhead. Or don’t you want to see me in a swimsuit?”
All they had to do was hold on for a few hours, and then they would be alone with nothing and no one to interrupt them for days. She reminded herself of that, and folded her arms to keep from yanking the towel right off him.