(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“I’m not entirely human, Isiah,” Summer said, equally softly. She didn’t look at him. “I have a — gift, a power, that I can read people’s emotions, their hearts, and sometimes, very rarely, I can see the events that evoked those emotions.”
Isiah was more surprised by the fact that he just nodded and accepted it, knowing that it was possible and he believed her. He’d finally gotten himself out of his seat and was waiting for her so they could head inside.
“Alright then. Are you sure you want to, though?”
“What I want doesn’t matter.” The reply was easy and familiar and thoughtless. She shoved the car door shut with a foot. “You have to tell me everything you remember about that time. You have to be willing to feel it. I don’t promise this will work.” She held the door to the diner open for him, slipping inside behind him.
“There’s no way to know what I might find.”