She leaned back against him and laughed a little. “You’re planning something, aren’t you?” Summer asked, tipping her head back enough to look at him over her shoulder. They had split off from the rest of the party a few minutes before, and Derek had only raised an eyebrow as he watched them go.
“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out, Summer.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, tightening his hold around her as his smirk only widened. He loved how she was slowly catching on, knowing him well enough now to know that scheming, mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Oh, come on,” she pleaded, turning more to catch a glimpse of that smirk. She loved that expression; it lit his eyes and turned him from a solemn fighter into a mischievous knave. “We’ve left everyone else behind already. Tell me!”