Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
Summer blinked, distracted from her reading by the cry. Putting the book down, she frowned around the room, then peered outside. Isaac was leaning on the wall, looking like someone had hit him and he wasn’t healing. “Isaac?”
Sliding down until he was a slumped heap on the ground, he doubled over and tugged harshly on his hair as he waited for the waves of arousal to pass, his jaw clenching tightly. Thus, it took him a few moments before Summer’s words registered, and when they finally did, he let out a low, pained whine.
“Isaac!” As he crumpled farther down the wall, she hurried toward him, catching at his wrists and then freezing. “Woah,” she managed thickly. Her vision blurred for a moment under the onslaught of desire. Involuntarily, she let go, and the wave receded a little, enough to let her think again. “Isaac, come inside. Come on.”