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.
“To get you moving!” She smacked it again, giggling, and rolled out of the other side of the bed. “Come on!”
A blush formed but nevertheless, he stood up and puffed out his chest, holding out his hand for her to take. “You’re very strange, Summer, but I love you all the same.”
She snorted and pulled him into the bathroom. “Who’s strange, Mr Wolf-man, o he who howls at the full moon? I am merely an ordinary girl caught up in a strange world of supernatural beings of unnatural beauty and sexiness.”