She scolded, “Don’t make promises you know you can’t keep. Insatiable man.” Finding the soap again, she bopped him with it. “Get to work!”
“Teenage boy, remember?” He chuckled and took the bottle from her, before curling his fingers around her ribs and lathering the soap into her sides. “Did you really mean that I can wash you everywhere, Summer?”
“I’m not going to buy that as an excuse forever,” she warned lightly. She waggled her eyebrows in vague pretend confusion at his tone of voice. “What are you planning?”