She closed her mouth sharply when it finally occurred to her that she’d just been staring with it hanging open for several seconds. She cleared her throat before she could speak. “You — you should probably button that up? And — before — otherwise we might not make it to the beach?” Her face felt hot, and other bits of her felt tight, or possibly swollen. She was glad she’d gone to the clinic for those birth control patches, because if he did that again they were going to need them.
Blushing and seeming to not know how to react to the expression on her face, his eyes widened comically and his jaw dropped. “Really?” He eyed her dubiously, but nevertheless buttoned up his shirt, before he moved forward to drop to his knees in front of her, cupping her face to kiss her tenderly on the lips. “Sorry?”
Summer spluttered, giggling into the kiss. “You are /not/! You did that all entirely on purpose.” She shoved at one shoulder. “You like it when I watch you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you show off.” Her voice was scolding, slightly, but such a wide smile wreathed her face it was clear she was by no means complaining. “Get your stuff, you — you wolf. Behave.”