“ISAAC!” She whacked him with a fist, screwed up her face in an even more ferocious fake glare, then just — kissed him.
He flinched at the hit, and didn’t have much chance to formulate a response before her lips were against his, and he hummed and melted against her.
Summer squirmed closer, kissing him harder as she felt him respond. Softly, she hummed, eyes fluttering closed, and slid one hand up into his hair. It was just as nice as she’d imagined.