She pursed her lips, studying him critically. “No, I don’t think so,” Summer said after a moment. “I can’t believe none of the women coaxed you off into a dark corner.”
“…Why would they have?” He frowned and shook his head, not wanting to tell how her small spaces still unnerved him since his father had locked him in the closet as a small child for hours on end.
She stretched up along his body to whisper in his ear, “To kiss you, and touch you, and make you beg, or ask you to make them beg. Because you’re so gorgeous.”