Even when, Stark? Or especially when? Because it was times when Summer's kisses tasted like junk food and smoke that Summer also seemed a bit more likely to lean into him and move one hand so it trailed a finger down the side of his face as she grinned and said, "Well, obviously."

And that hand continued to travel down his arm to his hand so that she could take it and then start pulling him into the apartment for the living room, turning to lead the way.

"Come on," she said, "those cookies are calling my name. Have you been out? Did you get mistletoed with anyone?"