The shields crumbled away, leaving her all but drowning in emotion; his, hers, like whispers in the back of her mind. Hers poured out into the room: pleased surprise, terrible longing, aching fear, trembling hope. ”Your mouth is very persuasive,” she dared to say, a smile quivering at the corners of her mouth.
Tony felt the emotion in the air, even if he didn’t know exactly what it was. “You think so?” he questioned with an expression full of warmth. His eyes spotted the slight smile that was forming on her lips. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, gently grazing the corner of her mouth. “You should smile more often,” he offered warmly, a soft smile forming on his own lips.
“Sometimes I don’t have a reason to,” Summer responded. She turned her face into his hand, lightly kissing his thumb, eyes sliding closed. “You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered.