“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.