“Should I have tried to sneak in here last night, then?” Summer asked. She rubbed her fingers together, loosening them up, twisting her wrists after. It’s been a while since she lifted a sword, and she didn’t want to strain anything.
”You needed your sleep,” he says, running his fingers through her hair, getting a knot out of it. “How are you feeling?”
She shivered a little at the tug on her scalp. “Distracted?” she offered. “I’m looking forward to chasing Edward around the field while he tries to fend me off with nothing but a shield.” She lifted each foot and rotated the ankle.