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.
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.”
Isaac blinked, allowed his jaw to drop a little before he appeared to be repeating her words to himself a few times, then shaking his head in fond despair. “You’re far from ordinary, Summer, and I kind of like that.”
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