“You are supposed to guard my back.” Her nod was firm and determined. “Are we going to have to watch the movie again?” Picking up her braid, she draped it around his neck. “See, I have caught you with my hair.”
“Maybe? I’ve only seen it once and it was…last year, maybe?” Isaac offered up with a sheepish little smile, before he laughed aloud and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Oh no,” he drawled sarcastically, eyes glinting with mischief. “Whatever shall I do? I’ve been captured by the enemy.”
“Enemy?” Summer repeated, voice rising. “Enemy? Oooh, I’ll show you ‘enemy’.” She began to search for ticklish spots, starting with his armpits and the back of his neck. “Enemy, forsooth!”