The redhead leaned in, whispering hotly into his ear, “We don’t live together, darlin’. If we did, even your teenage hormones would wear out.”
He shivered and tugged him close, playing with his hair. “That’s a challenge I’m willing to accept.”
Summer chuckled, starting to nibble at his earlobe. “You’ve certainly risen to it today,” he teased. Pressing the soap into Isaac’s hand, he whispered, “Your turn.”