She makes a sad face, “Then we will not talk about it.” She traces it again, and looks up to catch his eyes. “Where was I? Ah, yes.” A little smile curves her mouth, and she lays her head on his shoulder.
The knight chuckles, shaking his head before he shrugs. “I don’t know dear, where were you?”
“I think I was making you wish it was tomorrow night.” Summer slips her fingers under the edges of his shirt again, and turns her head to kiss the skin.