Summer hooked his arms around Isaac’s hips, kissing his boyfriend hard, deepening the kiss quickly. “I love you,” he murmured, and dove back into the kiss.
Letting out a faint groan and looping his arms around Summer’s neck, Isaac shifted his hips a little and smiled widely. “I love you too,” he breathed out, just as he slipped his tongue into the other male’s mouth.
He was too busy tangling his tongue with Isaac’s to respond to the werewolf’s equally less-than-subtle provocation, and just pulled his hands back to hold Isaac’s hips still.
And then the showerhead spat out cold water, instead of hot, and Summer yelped, jerking away from the spray. “Holy shit!”