Summer just rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. “Well? Have you decided not to work me up to a fever pitch after all, in favour of this blanket and so much sex I can’t stand afterward?”
Pietro shrugged. “I don’t think I need to now, you agreed to what I wanted,” he said, running a hand down her face. “Well, that would be the idea, and maybe it’ll stop raining long enough for us to actually see the sky.”
She leaned into his hand, eyelashes fluttering, and smiled slowly. “So what are you waiting for?”