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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.
Tom smiled slightly, his oceanic blue gaze to glance over to her. He decided to keep quiet, she looked only a tad bit troubled with her self, the actor didn’t want to interrupt. Movie over, he sighed again, looking down to Summer once more. “Is thine sweet lady asleep?” He whispered with a small smile.
“No, just … sad. Poor Henry. And poor Hal.” Summer blinked a little, and a tear slid down her cheek. “The emotions fair leap off the screen, don’t they, Tom?” She looked up at him, meeting those eyes, and felt her heart skip a beat.
[shut up muse, I’ll get there!]
Tom nodded, blinking a little as he found a little tear roll down her cheek. “I guess that was the goal..” He smiled slightly.
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?”