“Did you just throw a pillow at me? Is that your thing now?” “You deserved it,” Summer says, laughter in her voice. “Oh, you’re getting it now.” I reach for her, my hand skimming over her arm as she shrieks and scrambles to the other side of the bed. I’m a lot bigger than she is, so it only takes a moment to catch her and tug her into the center of the mattress. She laughs and laughs, her fists raining futile blows against my chest until I capture her wrists and loosely pin them above her head.
