Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
For a split second, total shock painted itself across her face, before being overwritten with a brilliant smile. Plunging her hands into his damp hair, Summer kissed Ace again, much harder than the previous times. When she finally came back up for air, she whispered, “I have been wanting to do that all summer.” She practically crawled into his lap, ignoring the fact that he was still naked as a jaybird, and put her head to one side, studying his face.
“You’re still cruel for wandering round in only a towel. I haven’t forgiven you for that yet.”
The curly-haired boy tried his best to be serious about the situation, but when she kissed him roughly, eagerly, he couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that sounded from deep inside of him mid-buss.
“If we were speaking well into July, I’d let you,” Ace mused with a hum, one arm snaked around Summer’s waist in an effort to keep her from fumbling too much — she might hit something important and, at the moment, bare.
“I like to air-dry!” he defended with a loud whine, puckering his lips for another kiss. The more ‘sensible’ side of himself told the lad he shouldn’t get so sweet on her so quickly, but what does that bit know?
“You were distracted by the cat,” she pointed out after giving him another kiss. “I don’t really remember you wandering round in just a towel even in that heat wave in August.” She contemplated him again, licking at her lips. “Since July, hm? Really? And you were just going to … wait? What for?”