She strutted toward him, wobbling a little on the very high wedge shoes. Laying her arms around his neck, she purred, “What would the birthday boy like for his special day?”
Ace reached out to catch her in-case she fell, his arms trained at either of her sides seemingly beckoning her forward. He smiled once she made it there and wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her close until she was pressed flush against his chest before pretending to stare off into the distance with a pensive hum.
“Can I have a kiss, for starters?”
Summer murmured, smiling — almost smirking — at him, “Oh, yes. You can have anything you like.” She pressed her mouth to his, slowly, giving him a very passionate, very long kiss.