“You did say I was intoxicating,” she teased. “I don’t know how you can smell all those things about me; I’m surprised your nose isn’t overloaded by chemical sakura and apricots.” Purposefully, she relinked her arms around his waist, putting her hands in his back pockets.
He chuckled a bit then gave a little shrug. “I don’t like those smells and they can get a little strong but I can generally ‘tune them out’.”
He paused a moment then pressed his hips into hers experimentally. He wasn’t forceful, it was more of him seeing what he was allowed to do.
Summer giggled and squeezed his butt, then pushed up on her toes. “More kisses,” she demanded, not quite able to reach his mouth without pulling down his head.