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Hesitantly, leaving Tom plenty of time to move away or stop her, she reached up to touch his cheek. “Well done, darlin’. What other traits do you share with Prince Hal, besides brilliant acting?”
Tom smiled slightly, “Ah, well..we both certainly have some quite close friends, we both look up to somebody, I guess..” He shrugged one shoulder.
“Oblivious Tom.” Summer ran her fingertips lightly down his jawline, then slipped her hand to the back of his neck. “Forgive me,” she whispered, “I can’t pass up this chance.” Pressing upward, she brushed her lips to his.
Tom pulled back only a few moments after, looking down from her. “I’m sorry, I really can’t..” He looked up, his expression truly apologetic.
She smiled wistfully. “No, of course not. I beg your pardon.” Deliberately, she put some space between them. “I understand if you need to leave now. But you’re welcome to stay.”