She grinned at him. “Only if you bring a blanket. And you’re going to owe me something hot to eat after.” She put her hand over his mouth. “Something that isn’t you.”
Pietro nodded, “Well, blanket it is. And I can get anything you want to eat afterwards. Though you know a lot of the time it’s hard to stand after being with me,” he said, grinning now.
Summer just rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. “Well? Have you decided not to work me up to a fever pitch after all, in favour of this blanket and so much sex I can’t stand afterward?”