“I’m not against parties,” she agreed. “I wouldn’t know about going alone or not, since I’ve never been to one either. You … want me to go with you?” Her smile was wry. “Wouldn’t you usually ask someone you’re dating?”
“I’m not actually dating anyone,” he narrowed his eyes at her slightly. “If I were, that would put you in an awkward place, wouldn’t it? Seeing as how you take a liking to coming up and randomly kissing me.”
“Awkward is pretty much how my life works.” Summer offered a shrug. “I figured, if you didn’t want it, you would tell me.” She glanced away. “Did you not?”