“No I’m calling you tall!” She pushed at him, thwacking her fist on his shoulder. “Fat. Hah. Werewolf metabolism, like you could ever get fat. I’ll be old and grey and huge and you’ll still look like this.” She washed fiercely at his bicep.
He burst out laughing and stretched out alongside her, deliberately making his muscles shift and ripple under his skin. “And you’ll still be the most beautiful girl in the world,” he stated softly, reaching to curl his fingers around her wrist. “What’s wrong, Summer?”
“Aack, I wasn’t done yet! Sit up, sit /up/.” She frowned at his hand holding her wrist, then looked up at him. “What? Nothing! Except the part where you went under the water before I was finished washing you!” She bopped his shoulder again.