“You really think so?”
Summer chuckled, low in her throat. “What do you know about me that makes you think you could bear me for long, Isaac?” she purred, nipping at the edge of his rib cage.
Isaac hummed, pleased and comfortable. “I don’t know. Are you planning on kicking me to the curb when you’re done with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking down at her expectantly.
Summer stilled, parsing that sentence, that expression, over and over again. “I … hadn’t thought that far,” she said finally. “That’s not how it works for me. I keep waiting for this to turn out to be a joke, actually. It wouldn’t be the first time.” She had to stop talking, take a deep breath, try to still the pounding of her pulse. “I’m … not the sort of person someone like you dates.”