“You’re always in such a hurry,” Summer commented wryly. “Is that any way to treat clothes, especially clothes that nice?”
Distractedly, Victor murmured against her lips, “Can buy more…jus’ clothes.” He kissed her soundly again before looking into her eyes, “Unless you’d like me to slow down darling?”
“We’re not all made of money,” she murmured, a little distracted. “I just want to sit here and be kissed by you, that’s all.”
He maneuvered them so that they were half sitting, half lying down next to each other on the couch. He kissed her chastely before pulling back and looking her in the eyes. “Something up love? You know I’m just as content to sit here and lazily kiss you all day, but is everything else alright?” Victor asked, as his eyes took her in, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.
“‘m a little cold now, but that’s all.” Summer’s gaze flickered over his face, a shy smile curving the corners of her mouth. “Sometimes I just have a hard time believing you’re real.”