She started to laugh when he swore at her bra, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Stop, stop,” she said finally, “you’re doing it all wrong. Back up.” She pushed gently, and unwrapped her legs, until he stepped back a little. Then she hopped down, pulled off her tank-top, and turned around to show him the clasp. “It helps to actually know how one works.”
“It’s not something that I’ve had much experience with, you know,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly, before eyeing her bare back hungrily and pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. Stepping back to eye her instruction carefully, mischief flashed in his eyes and he laughed aloud. “Or you could just not wear one – I wouldn’t mind at all!”
Summer snorted. “I like how you don’t notice that half the time I’m not!” She twisted an arm up behind her back and popped the clasp, showing him the hook-and-eye mechanism. “It’s easy, once you actually look at it.” Looking over her shoulder, she lifted her eyebrows again. “Now, let me see. Where were we?”