“What you would look like in a suit,” she replied, snuggling closer to his warmth. “And … uh. Um. I don’t — are we — ” She stopped, feeling foolish and stupid and embarrassed. Carefully, she tried again. “I don’t want you to feel … trapped. By this. Me. So, um. Where do you want to go from here?”
“If I get one, I’d love to wear it for you,” he stated with a grin and wrapped his arms around her, before he tilted his head to the side and eyed her curiously. “Well, seeing as I wouldn’t do this sort of stuff with just anybody, I…well, I was wondering…um. Do you want…are we…are we kind of a thing?”
“I want.” Summer’s response was very soft, shy in a way that implied she wasn’t used to getting what she wanted that way. She ducked her face into his shoulder. “Please,” she added, muffled.