The empath closed his eyes, revelling in the gentle touch. “Would I do that?” he murmured. He cupped his hands under the water, mischievously, and poured it over Isaac’s head.

“Yep,” he stated without any hesitation whatsoever, pressing a kiss to Summer’s kneecap as he began cleaning off his legs. Then he shivered and burst out laughing, glancing up at him once more. “Such a child.”

Summer just grinned down at him. “You love me this way. You don’t want me to change.”