She pulled away so fast she cracked her head on the wall. “If you want a quick lay, you can leave.” All the warmth was gone from her voice and expression. “You aren’t that deprived.”
He looked down, thinking for a second before looking back up. “I guess I could wait,” he said, biting his lip gently.
Summer tipped her head, hand still inside his shirt, warm on his ribs. “Do you want to tell me, or to forget?” She spoke very gently.