Tony pulled away from the kiss with a crooked smile. “You know Summer? I think you’re a pretty damn special lady,” he said softly as he ran his hands through her hair.
“Flatterer,” Summer whispered. Her eyes slid closed at the feel of his hands in her hair. “That’s /so/ nice.” Shyly, she sneaked her fingertips under the edge of his shirt, tracing idle patterns onto his skin.
“Summer, is this your not so subtle way of asking me to take my shirt off?” He grinned looking down at her. “If that’s what you wanted all you had to do was ask.”
“Hmm? ‘m just cuddling, Tony.” Her stomach growled. “Um.”