“Maybe if you ravish me with your kisses at the dinner table,” she pointed out. “That’s a bit … but not if you just kiss me. Why would they get mad? God, Isaac, it’s like you look for ways that people would be angry at you!”
“I wouldn’t embarrass you like that,” he pointed out before stilling and lowering his head in shame. “That’s not…that’s what I’m used to, okay? I’m working on it but I just…I’m not good with parents, okay? But I’ll try, for you.”
Summer huffed. “I don’t know why you say that, since you hardly /know/ any parents. Yours are dead, you live with Derek, for fuck’s sake, he’s hardly a parent. More like some kind of … older cousin. The point being, you’re kicking yourself for something that hasn’t even happened, and I can’t even express how much I hate that you do that.”