“Well why the hell not?” Tony smirked against the kiss. “I took you as the kind of forward thinking woman that didn’t need the man to ask her out.” Tony wanted so badly to get a rise out of her. “Guess I was wrong.” He shrugged.
“I,” she began, “am the kind of woman who doesn’t need a formal commitment.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you so unsure, after all those pretty words, you want a declaration? You’ve admitted a crush on me, after all; I’ve done no such thing.”
“I am the kind of man that would love for a woman to take charge.” Tony said forcing down a laugh. “And I like my commitments formal and defined.” He placed his hands behind his head in a very relaxed fashion. “And I am so confident in my pretty words that I expect a formal invitation into boyfriend-hood by the end of this evening.”
Summer’s expression smoothed, and she looked at him seriously, head tipped to one side and searching his eyes. Then she slid off his lap to kneel on the floor. “Tony Stark, will you go out with me?”
“Oh how fancy with the kneeling and the full name and everything.” Tony said as a grin over took his face. “Well I guess since I’ve already kissed you I could do you the honor of going out with you.” He widened his eyes to give her a serious look. “This so does not call off the bet by the way.”
“Quiet, you,” she laughed, shoving at his knee. “You wanted a formal invitation.” In one smooth motion, she stood up, leaning over him. “I could end it right now, but you’re enjoying this too much.”