She squeaked, picked up a pillow, and tried to bop him on the head with it. “Ahhhh! Nooo, I’ve been captured. What will you do with your prisoner?”
Laughing aloud at her method of attack, he locked his arms around her waist and planted a soft kiss to her forehead, carrying her around the sofa to lower her down on it. “I can think of a few things.” He hummed and captured her lips in a tender kiss.
Summer wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back, and murmured, “I’m all ears. You know I’m terribly dangerous. You will have to be very careful. I can capture you with my hair.”