“You just gonna lie there on the sticky sheets?” the redhead inquired archly. “Because I was going to go let the hot water run all over my bare body. And rub soap everywhere — you could come caress my skin with your long hands — ” He lost the sentence in a snort of laughter at the absurdity of his own words.
He moaned and licked at his lips, sitting up and wincing a little; but he was already fast healing and he smiled as he felt the ghost of the other male still inside him. “Maybe I want to,” he quipped with a crooked smile as he stood upright and stretching, eyeing him fondly.
“W-want to what?” Summer tried to control his voice, but he was increasingly convinced that there had been some kind of other element to whatever spell or curse he’d triggered to get himself into this situation. There’s no way guys are just this horny — regardless of how breathtakingly sexy Isaac is.
He reached out and took the werewolf’s hand, drawing it to his mouth and kissing the knuckles.