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“Probably not,” Tony teased. “To come bail you out of jail I’d have to put on pants. Totally not worth it. I’ll be sure to pick you up when you get out in like fifty years though.” 

“I don’t think I’ll set them on fire, then, I’d miss you too much. Looks like lying here complaining is the order of the day.” She snuggled closer to Tony. “So long as those girls don’t take you away from me, I will ignore them. I belong with you.”

“Of course you do,” Tony smiled, wrapping his arm around her. “I don’t think you need to worry about them stealing me from you. I’m entirely too terrified of what’d you do to me.” he laughed.

Summer flung up a hand, smiling. “Why is everyone scared of me? I swear, I’m harmless and innocent and adorable. Besides, I don’t want you to stay with me because you’re scared, I want you to stay because you love me.” Then she blinked in shock and slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Adorable, I’ll agree with but innocent and harmless I’m not buying,” Tony laughed. He grinned and moved Summer’s hand away before leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “Can’t I be scared of you and in love with you?”

“Say that again,” she pleaded.

“What? That I’m scared of you?” He grinned.

“No, the other.” Biting at her lip, she did her best to look innocent and appealing and entirely adorable.