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Deliberately tormenting herself, she leaned over and buried her face in his shoulder. “I meant, the movie. But sure, we can talk about other things. Not gonna lie, Tom … ” she pushed herself away and blew out a breath. “I haven’t had a guy in my home for … months. And that /scene/ is giving me bad thoughts.”
Tom blinked, looking back at the screen. “Ah, I’m sorry..I should have picked another..” He said, walking of to a different subject. He patted her gently, giving a small reassuring smile.
“I picked it, remember? Good lord, you just apologise for everything. Don’t be sorry for being attractive, Tom, okay?” Summer tried to ignore the touch.
The actor withdrew his hand from her, nodding. He caught himself from apologizing again, smiling a bit about it. “Ahm..alright..” He replied with a breath, glancing to the TV again just to see where they were up to.
Summer wasn’t even paying attention any more, too busy fighting with herself. She bit at a fingernail, arms folded in, and watched Tom out of the corner of her eye. There he went again, reeling the lines off from memory along with the movie. Was it worth resisting?
Carpe diem, right?
Trying not to hold her breath, or be too obvious about the butterflies dancing irish jigs in her bloodstream, she slid a little closer and tucked her shoulder under his arm.