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[just say where to stop!]
Her answering laugh was breathless and choked. “Just give me a minute. I’d forgot there was that scene in there.” She laid her face against the wall. “Sorry, sorry. I just … sorry.”
[okay! thank you!]
Tom looked to the screen, smiling a bit more. “Ah, no no, my apologies!” He excused himself, moving back to where he sat down. Being back down next to the pile of pillows, he looked back at Summer to see if she was still there, and back to the screen where he still looked to word every single line there was from memory.
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?”