They kissed and kissed and kissed, Summer tangling his hand in Isaac’s wet curls. “I love you,” he murmured, “I love you so much.”
It had gotten to the stage where he hardly knew where one body ended and the other began, and he couldn’t bring himself to care — he was so in love with the other that he wanted to keep holding him like this forever, and be held in return. “I love you too.”
Finally, after neither of them knew how long, Summer had to stop kissing Isaac — he couldn’t breathe enough. Much as he wanted it, Isaac was not air. He stared at the werewolf, breathing hard, his heart in his eyes. After another moment, he managed, “I told you there was nothing different about me.”