Summer couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a romantic, sweet. Just sit here and cuddle?”
“I try.” He said with a smile. “Of course. We could sit here and cuddle all night if you wanted to.”
“I want to know what you want to do.” She prodded him in the chest. “If I had /my/ way, we would have to be somewhere much more private than this. With a locking door.”
He blushed a little, knowing what she meant. “W-We could always do that too.”
“Stop avoiding the question, Arthur. Right now, at this moment, what do you want?”
“You.”
“You are doing that on purpose!” Half laughing and half frustrated, Summer insinuated her hands under his shirt and tried to tickle him.
He laughed as she tickled him. After a minute he grabbed her wrists and caught his breath. Arthur looked Summer in the eyes. “I’m not saying that on purpose. I really want you.”
“Maybe I’m not asking the right question, then. You have me. Captive, even. What shall you do with me?”