“I think you’d look good in a little bit of red. I’ll try not to slip, Summer, I really will. But…” He sucks air through his teeth, dragging the blade down further until he’s sitting fully back on his heels. “It’s really hard, you know? You have to be so still for me so I don’t mess up and nick you. But even if I do, you’ll be so quiet for me, right sweetheart?” His eyes dart to the shared wall with his campers, then back to me. “Right?”
