Coming in from the kitchen, Summer grinned at him. “You act like you don’t have super-strength. I carried it without any problem. It’s not that heavy.” She knelt and began to rummage through it, pulling out several swimsuits. “I believe you said something about … my being good?” She flicked a glance up at him, and stood up. “But you never said what ‘good’ was.”
“I know, I know – did you pack everything you own, or what?” He grinned and padded over to kiss her on the nose, shivering then as his eyes fell on the contents of the bag, clearly picturing her modelling each outfit for him. “Hmm? I haven’t decided yet- but I’ll be sure to let you know when I do, okay? Unless you have an idea, maybe we could go down to the beach now?”
She dangled the swimsuits at him, one from each hand. “I have to change. You can go on, if you’re in such a hurry.” Turning toward the bathroom, she tossed back over her shoulder, waggling her eyebrows, “Of course, you could help me. If you wanted.”