Summer slung her arm around Harry’s waist cheerfully, pulling her along. “Come on. I’m tired of students. I’m ready for some adult conversation.”
Harry laughed, shaking her head. “Too true. I’m ready to spend time with someone who doesn’t remind me that I’m barely older than them.”
“How about,” Summer murmured slyly, “someone who reminds you that they are the same age?” She lifted her eyebrows, smile picking up a flirtatious quality.