Amused, she replied, “Of course you would say that; first time in five years, didn’t you say? But it’s a sweet compliment.” Summer settled herself in as the smaller spoon, tucking her head under his chin. “It was very nice for a first time. Is this where you promise to call me, or respect me in the morning?” She kept her tone light, teasing, concealing her very real fear.
Victor raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t realize I was getting kicked out love. I was thinking we’d sleep here…although a bed might be more comfortable. Then I’d make breakfast in the morning and we’d go from there? I’m not the shag em and leave em kind of guy Summer.”
“I,” she paused dramatically, “am not sleeping on the couch. I have a perfectly good bed, and you are welcome to wrestle the cats for your share of it. Assuming they bother to appear. I think they think you smell funny.” As if on cue, a very large, fluffy, seal-point and white cat squeezed himself out from under the couch, sat down, and scratched an ear before fixing the two of them with a very blue gaze.