She made a noncommittal kind of noise and relaxed back against him again. Dreamily, she said, “We thought about it. He has someone else his eyes are fixed on. I’m not his type.” She moaned, feeling like she was drifting closer to the edge, like his fingers pushed gentle waves inside her and she floated on them. “So good.”
“Y-you…you mean you talked about this stuff with him? Was he actually interested?” he said with wide eyes, fingers stilling briefly before he continued, absently wondering if he had anything to worry about in regards to Stiles’ involvement. “Mmhm. Do you want another finger, Summer?”
“My sister,” she murmured, “sent him some nude photos of me, and — but that didn’t go well. He just wasn’t interested in me.” She sighed peacefully, and squirmed down a little lower in the water, trying to rock back and forth into his fingers. “God, you’re so good.”