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.”