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.”

“I’m a worrier.” He shrugged and leaned back into the kiss, a wide smile stretching across his lips at the offer. “Yeah? I’d like that a lot, Summer.”

“Just as if we didn’t already do that earlier.” The words were snarky, but the tone was gentler, teasing. “That’s one of the things I love best about you — you never lose that wonder, that amazement, at what’s between us.”

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