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“You really think so?”

“I don’t think little of you! I don’t /know/ enough, and you’re … you’re in my bed, expecting I don’t know what.” she flared. “What do you mean your dad locked you in a freezer?”

“I’m just trying to make you feel good,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with one hand before sighing. “Can we not talk about the freezer right now? Sensitive subject.”

“Okay, let’s talk about how we got from me making a smart remark I never expected to be taken seriously to you in my bed talking like we’re dating, or going to be dating, and Isaac you don’t — you should not want to be with me.” She rolled over farther, shoulder into his hip, and buried her face in the blankets. “You’re gorgeous and sexy and — and — I don’t know. I don’t know what you want, I thought we were just having fun.”

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“You really think so?”

Quietly, “Athletic. Good-looking. Popular. Smart.” She was still sitting on his legs, and now she rolled off to lay curled on her side, in case he wanted to leave. In case she drove him away. “You’re probably three deep in girls at school, and you’re here because you think you’ll get some prestige, maybe, out of having been with a college girl. Or maybe you think I can teach you something. About sex, I mean.” The nakedness of her body didn’t bother her, but she shivered slightly from the nakedness of her soul. “I don’t know what you think I am.”

Isaac frowned and stared at her. “I’m a werewolf — the athletic thing just kinda happened. I used to be a wimp. And I’m not popular,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “I’m the kid whose dad locked him in a freezer for most of his childhood. People don’t just talk to me. I only have a few friends, and honestly you’re the only girl I’ve even thought about this way since I was fifteen.” He looked away from her, staring at the wall for a few moments. “I didn’t know you thought that little of me,” he said quietly, not looking at her.

“I don’t think little of you! I don’t /know/ enough, and you’re … you’re in my bed, expecting I don’t know what.” she flared. “What do you mean your dad locked you in a freezer?”

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“You really think so?”

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.”

Isaac frowned, eyebrows knitting together. “What is ‘someone like me’ then?” he asked, propping himself up and watching her carefully. “What do you think I am?” he asked in confusion, the wheels in his head turning. He looked away from her and frowned deeper, sighing a little and running his fingers through his hair.

Quietly, “Athletic. Good-looking. Popular. Smart.” She was still sitting on his legs, and now she rolled off to lay curled on her side, in case he wanted to leave. In case she drove him away. “You’re probably three deep in girls at school, and you’re here because you think you’ll get some prestige, maybe, out of having been with a college girl. Or maybe you think I can teach you something. About sex, I mean.” The nakedness of her body didn’t bother her, but she shivered slightly from the nakedness of her soul. “I don’t know what you think I am.”

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“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.”

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“You really think so?”

“Point taken,” Summer responded. “Just how do you intend to persuade me, anyway? You don’t know /that/ much about me.” She shoved him over onto his back, climbing on top of him and pinning him flat before leaning down to kiss at his chest and incidentally grind against him. “I might make you crazy,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

Isaac smiled, shaking his head. He ran his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes, humming and smiling. He resisted the urge to buck his hips up into her. “I think you’re already doing that pretty efficiently,” he mumbled, shuddering.

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.

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“You really think so?”

“Whoa! Slow down there, loverboy,” Summer said, rearing back mentally. “For all you know I have deep terrible secrets that will make you run away screaming.” Or, you know, foolish little secrets like being a twenty-year-old virgin.

Isaac rolled his eyes. “I’m a werewolf,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not too sure you can top that,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek and laying down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow and watching her. He ran his hand down her body again, stopping at her hip and smiling.

“Point taken,” Summer responded. “Just how do you intend to persuade me, anyway? You don’t know /that/ much about me.” She shoved him over onto his back, climbing on top of him and pinning him flat before leaning down to kiss at his chest and incidentally grind against him. “I might make you crazy,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

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“You really think so?”

Summer couldn’t help it; she blushed and laughed and shook her head. “No, I’m not. You’re saying that because I’m older and I’m letting you have your way.” She trailed light fingertips over his chest and stomach, ever lower, wondering if that would distract him or if he really had noticed her — distancing. One finger snagged in the elastic of his underwear.

Isaac shuddered as her finger trailed lower and he smiled, nuzzling her cheek. “I think you’re gorgeous, and you just need to deal with it,” he said, smiling and kissing her again. “I will spend the rest of my days trying to convince you if I have to,” he said, grinning at her before connecting their lips again and running his fingers through her hair.

“Whoa! Slow down there, loverboy,” Summer said, rearing back mentally. “For all you know I have deep terrible secrets that will make you run away screaming.” Or, you know, foolish little secrets like being a twenty-year-old virgin.

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“You really think so?”

Every time she thought she’d gotten settled into kissing him he moved, aiming for some other place, kissing some other part of her. She wondered, briefly, if maybe he was thinking about someone else. Probably. So she arched and sighed and moaned and pressed herself against him; rutted against him; smoothed her hands over strong shoulders and lean hips and the perfect plane of his lower back; and tried to convince herself this was going to mean nothing.

Despite knowing she wasn’t made that way.

Isaac sensed a mood shift and frowned a little, but kept kissing her neck before moving up and resting his forehead against hers. He brought his hand up to rest on her neck, brushing over the skin with his thumb. He smiled a little, pressing their lips together gently. “You are so beautiful,” he said, smiling.

Summer couldn’t help it; she blushed and laughed and shook her head. “No, I’m not. You’re saying that because I’m older and I’m letting you have your way.” She trailed light fingertips over his chest and stomach, ever lower, wondering if that would distract him or if he really had noticed her — distancing. One finger snagged in the elastic of his underwear.

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That made Summer laugh. “I’m not complaining.” With a deep breath, she added, “Let’s go face the beast.” She climbed out of the little car, squared her shoulders, and strode up the path to her apartment door. A tall, dark-haired figure slouched against the wall beside it, arms folded in a black leather coat. When she approached, he shoved himself up with one shoulder and loomed over her while she unlocked the door.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at the man, watching him for a few moments before clearing his throat. “Personal space?” he said to him, waiting for him to back off. “You seem a little unnecessarily close. And it’s coming off as clingy.”

“Who the fuck are you?” the man growled at the curly-haired teen. “It’s none of your business what I do with what’s mine.” Summer’s shoulders tensed at the words, though she wasn’t quite sure why — Jesse couldn’t blackmail her concerning Isaac, because Isaac already knew. And this was part of why she wanted a bodyguard, right? But it was hard to break the habit of months of control.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, Jesse pointedly right on her heels. “He’s helping me with some of my papers,” she lied.

Jesse sneered, glancing at Isaac. “Uh-huh. I told you not to see anyone. Don’t make me do it, Summer. It’ll be your fault if he gets hurt, because you couldn’t do what you were told.”

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“You really think so?”

“Hey, no, I’m fine.” Summer cupped his cheek, smiling, eyes hazy. Curling over, she tangled her legs with his, bringing hips and mouths together. She kissed the taste of herself off his lips, licking and nipping. One hip pressed against his erection.

Isaac smiled, relaxing and kissing her back. He ran his hand over her chest and down her stomach, tracing over her hip as he deepened the kiss. Isaac tugged her closer and smiled, pressing one leg against her and starting to kiss down her neck.

Every time she thought she’d gotten settled into kissing him he moved, aiming for some other place, kissing some other part of her. She wondered, briefly, if maybe he was thinking about someone else. Probably. So she arched and sighed and moaned and pressed herself against him; rutted against him; smoothed her hands over strong shoulders and lean hips and the perfect plane of his lower back; and tried to convince herself this was going to mean nothing.

Despite knowing she wasn’t made that way.