“That sounds like a challenge,” Tony said walking over to her with a mischievous look. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. “Note that I didn’t touch your hands so the bet continues on,” he smirked as he pulled away.
Summer froze. Very slowly, she lifted a shaking hand to her mouth.
“I don’t fuck around when it comes to my fish,” Tony said curtly as he returned to the kitchen to order the pizza.
She forced herself to take a deep breath before she said anything. “I haven’t been kissed in over a year,” she told him quietly. “Please don’t … do that as a joke.” She thought she might be sick.
“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.