“Who said it was a joke?” Tony said raising his eyebrows.
“Why would it not be a joke? I don’t think I’m your type, Tony.” One hand caught the back of the chair she’d been sitting in earlier, and she dropped into it, not meeting Tony’s eyes. She could still feel the press of his mouth to hers, and she couldn’t decide if she was annoyed and being taken advantage of, or wanted more.
“I don’t have a type.” Tony rolled his eyes. “If you’ll remember I’m pretty against generalizations. I kissed you because I wanted to.” He held up his phone. “Now will you shut up for like two seconds while I order the pizza?” he smirked.
“I am /so/ confused,” Summer muttered to herself. She rubbed at her face. When Tony hung up the phone, she sighed. “What the fuck is going on?”