“Is it alright — is it — can we — ” She stumbled to a stop, face burning so hotly she was sure she was glowing. “Kiss me? Hold me?” It came out pitifully.
He nodded, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers as he snaked his arms around her waist.
Summer was glad he’d got his arms around her waist; he was so tall compared to her that otherwise she would have fallen over simply trying to reach his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank her fingers into his curls, kissing back with all she had. A little moan slipped out.