“Just — the image of you — throwing a big rock — ” she wheezed, gasping for breath. She curled over onto her side and clutched at her stomach, panting out, “Can’t breathe,” and giggling some more.
Rolling his eyes in fond exasperation and placing his hands on the jut of his hipbones, Isaac waited until she’d calmed down somewhat before reaching to pull her into his arms. “It’s good to hear you laughing again, Summer,” he whispered simply and pressed a kiss to the spot behind her ear.
Another giggle was cut short by her writhing and moaning, and a shudder that owed nothing to anyone else’s emotions. “You did that on purpose,” she accused. “You /know/ what that spot does to me.”