The empath just rolled his eyes with a fond smile, turning Isaac’s hand over and kissing the palm as well. “You’re a werewolf,” he murmured, eyes dancing. “You’ll heal.” He cracked the bedroom door and glanced out, making sure there was no one there, and dragged the werewolf across the hall.
He shivered at the adorably intimate gesture and lightly tapped his fingertips against the other male’s face, smirking in unison. “Maybe I don’t want to — maybe I want to feel you for a little while longer,” he murmured lowly, before squeaking as he was tugged across the hallway, fighting the urge to cover up his naked body. “Summer!”
“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?”