“I do!” She sits up, trying not to catch her hand in her hair, and leans over him again. “The rule is, don’t stick it out at me unless you intend to do something useful to me with it.”
He moves his arm behind his head, resting against it gently as he looked down at her, after a moment he sat himself up. “And what would these useful things detail?”
“Now that,” she taps his nose, “you shall have to think up for yourself.” Summer tucks herself into his side, smiling, and strokes her hand down his chest.