“Oh, I’m /so/ sorry,” she mocked, but flopped off him to the floor all the same. “Is this better, oh lord and master of all things technological?”
Tony rolled onto his side to peer over the edge of the couch at her. “Is that my new title?” he wondered. “I could probably get used to it.”
“Much too long for everyday use.” Summer pulled herself up to a sitting position and stole a third kiss. “Is this a better angle, then? Or are you just feeling too old?”