He yanked Isaac’s hands down, glaring. “I’m still me! Why would I be angry that I turn you on — regardless of what fucking body I’m in! I’m still turned on by you!” He growled, shoving Isaac away, and turned away. “It’s not like I’m asking you to prove you still love me or anything.”
“But you’re a boy…” He protested helplessly, before letting out a pained noise and curling his fingers around his wrist, gently tugging on his hand. “I do love you. There’s not enough words to describe how much I love you, Summer.”
“I’m /me/!” Summer roared at Isaac. “This — this is temporary, and even if it isn’t that DOESN’T MATTER!” He grabbed Isaac’s other wrist and pinned their bodies together. “We watched Pacific Rim together the night I first kissed you, and you’re a werewolf. Derek is your Alpha. You want to try skinny-dipping, and I’m still not sure about that, because I’m not an exhibitionist. I’m still me.”