Summer had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter when she saw his hair. “Did you put your finger in a wall socket or something?” she asked, coming over to try to put the mess into some sort of order.
“Oh shush, you’re one to talk,” he reprimanded her fondly, buttoning up his shorts as he pushed into her hands. He loved to be petted like this, keeping the moment tender as he simply placed his hands on her hips. “You look even more gorgeous in that dress, you know?”
She put a hand over his mouth. “Shush. Flatterer. Come out here and sit down, good grief.”