Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
“Who the fuck is Carrie?” Tony asked stupidly. “I have never in my life been with a girl named Carrie.” Tony was completely and utterly in the dark. “I don’t think I even know anyone named Carrie.”
“It’s a movie. And a book. A couple movies. I was thinking of the sequel one, where the boys play a game of screwing girls and bragging about it after.” Summer rested her head on his shoulder, one hand groping for his. “The closest I’ve ever come to sex was being fingered. I’m just … I don’t … “