“You really think so?”
Summer paused, lifting her eyebrows at that grin. “/You’re/ awfully confident.” She had been going to kiss him, but now she wasn’t sure he wanted to kiss her. Nevertheless, she leaned in again, slow enough that he could move away if he wanted.
Isaac leaned in as well when she seemed hesitant and kissed her, sliding his hands up her back.
Oh, now, that was good. She just braced her hands on that bare skin — he was surprisingly light on body hair — and kissed him back, mouth working against his. It took a few second of kissing for her to part her lips for him, and then she whispered, “Even more attractive now.”