She laughed shortly, breathlessly. “You’ve heard … where did you learn how do this?”
“Word of mouth.” He smirked playfully at the pun, scooting down until he was level with her spread legs, hands ghosting gently over her ribs and hips. “The Knights talk, my beautiful Summer.”
Colour rushed into her face, and her mouth shaped a small ‘o’ as she thought about it. Immediately, she wondered if their discussions were anything like what the women said sometimes — and what Isaac said about her. What any of them said about her. Were they envious of him? Surely not. She knew Cora envied her a little, and sometimes she felt bad about that.