The redhead in question made a disgusted face. “I totally disagree. Look, my pudge is gone!” He poked his belly. “I don’t have a six-pack, but my pudge is gone. And these eyebrows look way better on a male face. Girls shouldn’t have eyebrows like young hedges.”
Isaac scowled and moved behind him, splaying his hands out across his stomach. “Don’t be ridiculous — female you never had pudge, and even if you…she…did, I’d still love you…her…all the same,” Isaac refuted and nuzzled at his neck, before sighing and locking eyes with his boyfriend’s reflection. “Will you believe me if I say you’re my kind of perfect?”
Summer pretended to consider it for a moment, before trying to pass off his answer as casual. “Yes, of course.” He leaned back into Isaac’s grip, sighing pleasantly. “I love the way you touch me.”