“You’re the sort of person who would tell me I shouldn’t be embarrassed to tell you I want a kiss, either, but I just did that, and, and,” she blushes hotly.“You were simply being honest about what you want and you should not be embarrassed about that, dear.” He smiled gently at her.
“Thomas Hiddleston!” Summer exclaimed in exasperation, face still hot. “You are not helping.”
“I am sorry. What is it you wish for me to do? I was doing nothing more than being friendly and understanding, I did not know such would offend you so.”
“You are too nice for your own good, Tom.” She shook her head. “Oh, don’t frown at me like that, it makes me feel like I’ve kicked a kitten or something.” Summer took his hand, matching up her fingers with his. His fingertips overtopped hers by a full inch. “I’m not offended, I’m mad at myself for hoping. And a little mad at you for not dashing those hopes, like you should.”