She put a hand over his mouth. “Shush. Flatterer. Come out here and sit down, good grief.”
“You don’t like it when I say nice things? How rude.” Isaac smirked and then licked her hand, before chuckling under his breath as he followed after her. “I love you, Summer.”
She squeaked, jerking her hand away and looking from it to him. “Did you just — you licked me! You LICKED me, you incorrigible — werewolf!” She wiped her hand on his chest, shoving him down into the couch and straddling his lap. “Wicked, naughty, incorrigible — !”