She giggled softly, exaggerating her tumble into the heap of fabric, arms and legs asprawl. When Isaac nuzzled her neck, she made a happy noise, pulling one of his hands around her middle again. Her shirt hitched up around her waist, offering a narrow strip of bare skin to the boy’s touch.
The lanky beta chuckled at her display, but didn’t hesitate to pull her closer. He used her waistband again, making sure she was close to him as he wrapped his arms around her middle. Isaac noticed her shirt riding up and made sure to place his fingers there, rubbing her warm sides softly. Cuddling closer to Summer as he nosed his way into her neck further at the chirp from the previous time he did so, keeping his head there this time.
“You’re so warm,” she murmured drowsily. She turned her head to kiss his cheek and giggled a little. “You’re worse than the cat. What is it with you and cuddling, anyway? Are you making up for back then?” She clasped her hands over his at her waist, running light fingertips up and down his arm.