She tilted her gaze up at him, grinning. “What, if you don’t help I might bring back one that’s too girly?” She insinuated her arms around his waist, snuggling her head against his chest. “I think I have one of the thick, heavy box chains like rappers wear, will that do?”
“While you might be hard pressed to find a chain that’s noticeably too girly, there is such a thing as ‘over the top,’” he pointed out dryly, as he leaned one arm on her shoulder. “Besides, I’d rather not look like Eminem. That’d just be creepy.”
“The medallion probably wouldn’t fit on it anyway.” She squeezed a little, giggling. “I guess I’ll just have to find one I’m not using. Or a really sturdy one! Leather, maybe?” Summer cocked her head to the side, considering his throat, before pushing up to kiss it quickly.