Summer rolled over to bury her face against his hip, giggling again. “It’s that smart mouth. Nobody can resist the snark.” One finger poked at him. “Or maybe just that mouth. Did you start off by kissing him too?”
He ran one hand through her hair, tugging lightly on a strand of it. “Not immediately, no. I think we lasted a whole…two days, maybe, before I kissed him.” He feigned a defensive attitude, as he added, “It was for a good cause. I got hit by an anon who said I was mute until I kissed an otherworldly being. Convenient that one just so happened to live in the tower.”
“I was /thinking/ about before that!” she mock-grumped. “After he came back, he was reformed.” Thoughtfully, she nibbled at his knee through his pants. “I was busy that day, you may recall.”