“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s a stupid bet anyway. I only made it so it wouldn’t hurt so much if you were just screwing with me.” Letting go the braid, she sat on his lap again. “Pizza man must be real busy tonight,” she murmured. “What will we do to pass the time?”
“You could just grab my hand and we could start the first of many cleanings this place will need over the next month.” Tony suggested with a laugh. “I might even help you.” He looked into Summer’s eyes. “But I feel like you had something else in mind?”
“You must think I’m a sucker, Tonybaby,” Summer purred. “It’s a stupid bet, but you wouldn’t like me when I’m cleaning. Another day, maybe. No, I think I’ll just sit here and practise kissing you.” Bracing her hands against his chest, she kissed him very lightly, flicking her tongue at his mouth.
“Tonybaby?” Tony laughed. “Does that mean I can call you Summer-sweetness?” A smile found its way to his lips as Summer pressed their lips together. “I guess I could help you practice with that.” He grinned wrapping his arms around her.
“You can call me anything except ‘hey you’.” She smiled and linked her arms around his neck, combing the fingers of one hand into his hair. “You think I’m sweet?”