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Summer’s shoulders slumped. What on earth was she doing? A man like this, easily let into her home; she knew perfectly well what it was going to do to her.
Running her fingers back through her hair, she slumped down into the pillows again, trying not to let the old familiar pain and self-doubt show on her face. “Tell me again, what’s going on here?”
Tom’s look of concern had gotten to him, looking over to Summer with sorry eyes. Although he knew himself to be elsewhere at the moment, not even bothering to check his phone for anything, from anybody of that matter. He enjoyed company, not the ones he had come to see every time he left a public place. “What? What do you believe to be happening?” He returned the question, a bit confused by it.
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.