“Wh—oh!” Summer squeaked helplessly, clinging to Pietro. When he finally let her breathe, she was completely soaked and holding onto him with both hands. “Pietro!” Her grin lit up her whole face. “Oh my god!” She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Pietro smiled as his hands moved along her now wet clothes; the way they clung to her body made him even more wanting and excited. ”I am so tempted to just rip you out of those wet clothes right now. I hope you know that.”
She laughed, holding on to him with wet strands of hair falling over her face. “I can tell,” she teased, “but I really don’t think that’s a good idea. Not on the street.” She kissed him again, enthusiastically. “God I missed you so much. I can’t believe how much I missed you.”