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.
“I’m totally harmless and innocent!” Summer poked him with a foot. “I am not giving you any more ideas. Get in the shower!” She poked him again, then smacked his ass.
“Are not,” he refuted with an impish grin and reached to tickle her feet, before yelping and then reaching back to cup his rear. “Hey, now! What was that for?”
“To get you moving!” She smacked it again, giggling, and rolled out of the other side of the bed. “Come on!”