“Isaac,” Summer sighed. “It’s just lunch. We’re just going to nip out for a bite to eat and hang out outside the house a little.” He reached out at patted the werewolf’s shoulder. “You don’t have to make it something special every time, you know.”
Disappointment clouded his features before he smiled sheepishly, nodding as he lowered his head. “I…sorry. I just get so excited,” he mumbled then, pushing into Summer’s hand as it pressed into his shoulder. “Forgive me?”
The empath pressed a brief kiss to Isaac’s shoulder. “Quit worrying,” he smiled. “Come in the shower with me, and stop fretting over every little thing.”