“Does that mean we can eat? Because I’m quite sure that being with you doesn’t make my stomach gnaw, and it’s gnawing.”
“Gnawing, huh? Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He chuckled softly and stretched, fond eyes locking with his boyfriend’s. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Mexican. I’ve got a craving for cheese dip.” Summer pushed gently at Isaac. “But we’re going to have to take another shower, and you’ll have to lend me some clothes. I don’t think anything I own is going to fit me anymore … “