“I thought you wanted to be an exhibitionist,” Summer teased, closing them into the bathroom and pressing Isaac into the wall. “Now you’re worried about being spotted nude in your own home?”
“I…well, y-yeah,” he spluttered out, volume rising until another squeak escaped, his flushed complexion growing even more scarlet in shade. But as he was pressed up against the wall, he moaned and looped his arms around Summer’s neck, shivering at the press of their bodies together. “With someone else, yeah, and even then — I don’t exactly walk about my own home naked.”
The redhead just laughed, shaking his head, and turned to turn the shower on. “The one place that’s yours. What, you don’t feel safe here with your clothes off?”