“Oh, god, don’t look at me like that,” she groaned before pressing her mouth to his again. She took her time about it, this time; little brushes and touches, just tasting him. One hand cradled his head.
“…Like what?” He stated helplessly, eyeing her curiously before he smiled into the kiss. Allowing her to take control once again, although this time, at a much gentler pace, Isaac relaxed completely against her.
“Innocent,” Summer answered, the next time she came up for air. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” Her gaze settled on his mouth.