[Text] Not sorry. We don’t need to have sex all the fucking time, people do just hang out and talk you know. Just because I don’t want to fuck you all the time doesn’t mean I don’t want you around.
[Text] If you want to come back that’s fine but I’m not about to chase you down.
Tony scowled as he wrote the texts and threw it back onto the table as he sent them.
The text alert going off startled Summer so badly she shrieked a little, and a circle of tiny flames sprang up about her. It vanished almost as soon as it appeared, leaving a ring of blackened stone, and she pressed her hand to her hammering heart, staring at the marks. Slowly, she fumbled her phone out of her pocket to read the messages.
What should she say back? Was she really being too needy, too demanding? She hadn’t let Chuck have sex with her; she didn’t know how much was too much. Drawing up her ragged courage, she walked back to Tony’s place and tapped at the door.
Tony got up from the couch and opened the door. “Welcome back,” he said sharply before walking away from the door, letting Summer decide if she wanted to come in or not.
Anger burned off him in a wave. It was like being slapped. Actually, being slapped might hurt less, she thought. A little dazed from the pressure of it, she stepped inside, one hand fumbling for the back of the couch. “Tony … “