She couldn’t kiss him back properly for laughing, sitting back on her heels. “Running a little late?” She pulled at the edge of the towel, eyebrows lifting. In a smooth motion, she rocked to her feet. “Come on, sleepyhead. Or don’t you want to see me in a swimsuit?”
All they had to do was hold on for a few hours, and then they would be alone with nothing and no one to interrupt them for days. She reminded herself of that, and folded her arms to keep from yanking the towel right off him.
“Just a little bit – you woke me up!” he teased her with a crooked smile and blushed at the teasing tug, letting out a slight whimper at the following words to escape her lips. “I can’t wait, actually.”
Laughing then, he twisted away from her and checked a few more drawers, whooping victoriously then as he finally found his trunks stuffed behind a pair of jeans. “Aha! Now I’m ready to go! After I get dressed, of course.”
Summer perched on the bed, hands bracing herself, and gave him big eyes, like she was excited for a show. “Yes, you should definitely get dressed.” It was quite clear she intended to watch him, and possibly revel in him, and not be of any assistance whatsoever.