She preened under the attention and praise, before pushing at his hands a little. “Well, open it! I want to know if you like it.”
“Of course I will if you made it,” he berated her with a crooked smile, opening the wrapping paper with great care, his eyes widening as he finally laid eyes on his present. “Oh, Summer…it’s perfect! Can I wear it right now?”
She opened her mouth to remind him she wasn’t perfect, but his exclamation cut her off. Huffing a brief laugh, she picked it up and wrapped it around his throat and did up the toggles. “There. Now when the pack teases you about scarves you can just pull a long face and say you have to wear it because I made it for you.”