She leaned into his hand, eyelashes fluttering, and smiled slowly. “So what are you waiting for?”
Pietro smiled and shook his head as he moved quickly to pick her up, moving in a quick blur placing her down on a open meadow, the rain still coming down as he threw the blanket down on the ground. “Well nothing now.”
Summer squeaked as the scenery changed, and held onto his shoulders tightly. “God, that’s terrifying,” she laughed. “Like my own personal roller coaster.” Getting up, she shook out the blanket and spread it out before sprawling on it and holding her arms up to Pietro. “Come on, then,” she murmured, eyes dark.