“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.”
Isaac trembled at the proximity and pressed his clothed body against the bare one before him, his free hand twitching against Summer’s side. He listened intently to the words spilling from his transformed girlfriend’s lips, before he finally gave into his urges and leaned to press their mouths together, trying to silence the ranting.
Isaac cut him off abruptly, and Summer melted against him. The physical reactions were different, but the ultimate result was the same — Summer wanted Isaac. The pressure of their bodies together felt fantastic, and he unconsciously rubbed against the werewolf, moaning.