She made a little purr sound, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. “I might just go to sleep … you’re exhausting, darling. In the best kind of way.” A beat of silence, and then, “Still owe me that explanation. ‘M I likely to find myself inexplicably craving leather?” It was the silliest thing she could come up with.
Vex’s lips quirked into a smile at that. It was kind of cute, watching her drowsily relax at his side, cuddled close to him to keep warm under the chilly weather. “I do try,” he murmured, stretching slightly before resettling into the sofa. “Hm.. No, nothing like that, although—” He stopped, and then focused on his own thoughts. After a second, his thought could be heard in Summer’s mind: ‘I may be able to do this now.’
Summer’s eyes flew open, huge and round. Her mouth worked, and one hand, trembling a little bit, brushed her temple. “That’s — ” she started, and stopped. She wasn’t even sure what she felt — raw amazement, faint violation, yearning delight — it was all a tangled mess inside her. At last, she said, “How did you do that? Can I do that?”