Summer giggled, making an ‘oof’ noise as he settled down. “Not if you squash me! You’re heavy!” She drew her legs in a little tighter, trying to squash him too. “Aaah, not fair! You’re too muscly for me to squash you!”
Laughing into her shoulder, his nose grazed her collarbone as he glanced down, a silly little smile adorning his face. “We look good together, don’t we?” He observed faintly, shifting in her grip to caress her abdomen, leaning up on his elbows to take some weight off of her.
She stopped squeezing to consider that. “I don’t know.” Then she stuck out her tongue at him. “We go good together, though.” She picked up a stray lock of her hair and draped it over his head. “You’re curlier than I am.”