She looked through her lashes at him. “Let us say, I’m curious to see how quickly you could unravel me given free rein.”
“Oh sweetheart… You’re what, twenty-something? I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been around. To say that I’ve mastered the art might be exaggerating but…it’s pretty close to the truth.” He bit his lip in conceitedly satisfied manner.
“Oooh, I should be flattered, shouldn’t I.” She smirked at him. “I think I’ll want another kiss for this information. Honey, I’m thirty-two. And an empath.”
“32? You don’t look a day over 25…and I’m not sure if I’ll want to give you another kiss now. I don’t like feelings, really, so….” He coyly raised an eyebrow, gauging her reaction. “I guess I don’t see a problem as long as you can’t go around scrambling them about like you’re making an omelet with my brain.”
Summer rolled her eyes hard, disentangling her arms from his neck. “Why does everyone assume I’m going to go rummage in their head? I can’t help but hear what you broadcast, hon. I’m not interested in changing it.” She ran a hand through her hair, resettling it, then cocked an eyebrow at him. “Letting you share what I’m feeling … oh, say, by way of desire? Passion? That intrigue you any?”