The redhead frowned, biting on his tongue. “I think I said, ‘for this week’. So that implies a natural end to the change: a week.” He watched Isaac’s hand on his skin, equally absently noting his new body’s apparently natural response to anything Isaac. It was still a strange feeling — similar to female arousal, but on the other hand not similar at all.
“It’ll be nice to have the old you back, but…” Here, he faltered as if he were worried for Summer’s reaction over his comments, before he took a deep breath and just decided to go with it. “I think I’ll…I’ll miss this version of you too. It was fun and…I’ve really enjoyed it.”
“/Was/?” Summer ached an eyebrow. “A few hours and you’re already on the past tense?” He coiled over toward Isaac’s hand, reaching out an arm to drag his boyfriend down. “I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered, grinning at Isaac. “I’m pretty sure what we have discovered here is that you are Summer-sexual. And I’m Isaac-sexual. And there’s a whole week where we can find out what gay sex is like and nobody’s cheating and nobody has to feel guilty.” He kissed Isaac hard, sloppily, one hand fisted hard in the werewolf’s curly hair.