“Would you rather I laid out on the bed?” Summer murmured. “I suppose if we have to change the sheets we might as well only have to change them once.” He trembled again, and sucked in a breath. “Please, Isaac … “
“Yeah, it might be more comfortable for you.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to his rear and then stood up, holding out his hand for Summer to take. “I really do want to make you see stars, you know?”
A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.