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Victor followed her closely past the gate and stood directly behind Summer and breathed into her neck. “I’d love for you to show me, Summer.”

“Greedy,” she riposted easily. “Have a little patience.” Grinning, she pushed up on her toes just enough to whack Victor on the chin. “I’m not a headrest, darlin’.”

Victor grunted in surprise. “Oi!” He feigned hurt and mock glared at her. “That was entirely uncalled for love.” He rubbed his chin a little, further playing up the drama. After a little bit he gave up and pouted for a moment, looking very much like a puppy.”

His expression turned into something just a tad more serious for a moment as he looked around at his surroundings. “I can be patient….when I want to be.” He added before cocking his head. “Have you lived here long?”

“Six or eight years … I’d have to stop and think about it. Why?” Turning around and shutting the door behind him, Summer smiled up at Victor. “It’s not much of a place, but it’s mine.”

Victor nodded, shrugged then smiled down at her. “I was just curious. In the past I haven’t really stayed in one place for more than a year or two.” He gave another shrug then took her hand in his. “It’s a nice place love.” Victor looked around him some more, the apartment really did have a nice feel to it. He looked at her then, wondering what she all had in mind.

“Maybe you’ll be able to stay for a while in the city.” A quick spin had Victor’s arm wrapped around her. “So where were we? Oh, right,” Summer winked. “You were trying to freeze me to death.”