“Oh, much better.” Summer would have succumbed to him far more quickly if he had begun by asking her to dance. He was a good dancer. “Are you always this warm?” Oooh, that smile was dangerous. And contagious. She smiled back up at him, wondering what made him smile so.
“Glad to know I’m improving,” he said sardonically, “And yeah. You know being the Human Torch and all. I do run a little hotter than everybody else.”
Even though he knew he had a biased opinion, he thought she looked far prettier when she wasn’t refusing his advances. It could be just him.
“Now don’t be like that. You’re getting what you want, remember?” She tapped her fingertips against his back sharply, admonishing. “I like heat. I like fire, too.”
“That’s good, cos as you know I’ve got fire to spare,” he smirked down at her, and dipped her down and back up again as quickly as possible, just so that he could get that surprised yet indignant look on her face etched into his memory.
“You and me both.” Johnny didn’t get his wish, only because his emotions gave her a moment’s warning of mild mischief, and she laughed up at him from the nadir of the dip. “Oh, do that again!”