“I expect,” the redhead said, eyes crinkling, “you to do exactly as you like.” She closed her eyes and inhaled. “You smell so good. Not like sweets at all, just — good.”
“Hmm?” Holly made a noncommittal humming sound before she pressed back against Summer and took her hand in her own. Holly brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss to Summer’s palm.
“Careful, Holly,” Summer breathed. “Keep that up and there will be taking advantage before we even get to dinner.”