feelers-for-jeans-and-atshirt:
[be sure and tell me if I do something you-as-mun don’t want, okay. the muse is being willful.]
“Oh, now, /that’s/ a — ” Summer cut herself off, staring at the screen, then swallowed hard. She picked back up in a whisper. “Gods all bless, Tom. You’ve /really/ got to stop selling yourself short.” She looked at him, face a bit flushed. “Excuse me, I — ” She scrambled up from the pillows, avoiding his eyes after that one glance.
[awkward!Tom is up to most anything! although no nsfw though :/ sorry..ehe.]
Tom tilted his head, turning to her with a slightly confused look. “Are you alright, Summer?” He asked with a concerned voice, getting up but not stepping close. He wondered the matter, although he kept his distance if he was denied it.
[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.”