As she walked, Summer Sutton gently swung the tassels on her clothes, seemingly pondering something in her mind.
As she continued down the path, she suddenly took a few steps back.
She retreated until she was beside Watt Bennet, and gently took hold of his hand.
Summer dared not make her movement too obvious; after holding his hand, she quietly observed his reaction.
Watt showed no expression as he continued walking forward, not responding to her actions at all.
Summer took his silence as consent, her lips curling slightly as she slipped an arm through his, clinging to his arm, pressing herself against him.
The move made Watt pause for a moment.
Turning his face slightly, he glanced at her hand hooked around his arm.
Summer ignored his gaze, keeping her body close to his.
In the height of summer, walking so closely together, she didn't mind the heat.
As they walked, their bodies occasionally brushed against each other.
