Victor looked at her then and smiled a wide grin. Suddenly, his face went serious and he took her hand in his and brought her knuckles up to his lips and pressed his lips against her knuckles gently. His eyes never left hers and in a moment he was next to her, their thighs next to each other and his hand reached behind her back and held her other hand. He rested his head against her shoulder so as not to invade too much and whispered in her ear. “However you want me to. Whether it be taking you out, enjoying an evening together or just hanging out. I will always be here for you.”
She couldn’t quite help jumping at the speed of his movements. ‘Must be a vampire thing,’ she told herself, and then she was shuddering as his breath whispered past that point behind her ear that always, always unwound her. Victor’s voice was very nice, Summer had already admitted this to herself, and having him murmur in her ear was doing terrible things to her hormones. Deliberately, she leaned back into the half-embrace, and whispered back, “Surprise me. I want you to surprise me. If there’s something I want, I’ll tell you.”
Victor hummed in her ear at her response. He turned his head and planted feather light kisses on her shoulder. “Good, I like someone who knows what they want.” He murmured in her ear between each bob of his head, his accent noticeably thicker.
“Your voice is going to kill me,” Summer told him. “And if you pull the shoulder of my shirt any farther off in this weather, I’ll whack you.” There was just enough edge to her tone to let him know she was serious. “However, anything you want that doesn’t involve me freezing,” she snickered, “be my guest.”