Summer ducked her head, laughing a little. “I’m glad you like it. I’m supposed to meet his parents tonight, at dinner. I look all right? Grownup, responsible, smart?”
“Depends on the setting,” he said earnestly, taking a few moments to regulate the spoke in his hormones by sucking in a sharp breath.
“They’ll appreciate the effort, if anything, though,” he added, quirking one eyebrow as he slowly backed out of her humble abode and past the threshold of his own in pursuit of something to eat.
It was /amazing/ how Ace could go from lascivious approval to serious discussion in about half a second, she thought. That little voice inside whispered that she preferred the lascivious approval. She squashed it, the same way she squashed the way his backing away hurt. Collecting her keys and purse, she shut the door and headed out, resolving not to think about Ace all night.