“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.
“Then you need to find more reasons to,” he shrugged lightly, his hand remaining in its place against her lips. “That’s the thing though,” he began softly. “I didn’t have to..,” he allowed his voice to trail off adding suspense with the moment of silence. “But I wanted to,” he finished.
Her heartbeat fluttered like a bird in a cage. She didn’t know what to say to that. Part of her urged, ‘Want to again! Don’t pass this up!’ The other part didn’t want to seem forward, feared he’d think she came to the Tower only for this, felt painfully manipulative. Wide open as she was, she couldn’t distrust him any longer, but ‘want to’ and ‘ought to’ clashed like warring lions in her head, holding her immobile.
‘Please, take this choice away from me, because I can’t decide,’ she thought, finally lifting a hand to cover his.