“Yes, Master Isaac.” Rafael shut the door firmly, though not without narrowing his eyes at Summer. She pressed her lips together, before taking the shirt out of Isaac’s hands and pulling it over his head.
Letting out a soft hiss of warning as he caught the glance, he made to move after his servant to berate him, but he was distracted by Summer dressing him. His expression softened as his head poked through the top of the shirt, and he leaned to kiss her once more. “I love you.”
She let herself wrap her arms around his neck, returning the kiss gladly, before she pulled away. “I know,” she murmured. She brushed her fingers through his curls and stepped away. “Please, go get ready, before I do something foolish.”