Summer laughed again, sliding farther downward to grip the cuffs of his jeans and pull, fruitlessly. “You have to help, here,” she reminded him, “and then you have to earn it.”
Lifting up his hips and humming as she slid his jeans down his legs, he nodded and grabbed at the sheets. “Y-yeah…yeah, I can do that.” He licked at his lips and frowned, tilting his head to the side. “How?”
She dropped the jeans on the floor in a heap and climbed back up to stretch herself out alongside him, once again pointedly not touching. Leaning in very close, she whispered, “Reciprocation, Isaac.”