“And now you are sad,” she murmured. “I don’t understand. Is it not enough?” She tipped her forehead against his.
“I‘m not sad,” he tells her, “and it is more than enough, more than I could ask for, I just- I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me, Mordred. And you can’t lie to me.” Summer leans back again, to look him in the eyes. Seriously, she says, “I promise. No matter how tightly, you can’t hurt me.” A shy, teasing smile quirks one corner of her mouth. “If you’re so worried, take off your armour.”