A few short steps sufficed to bring her close to him, without the table in the way. “I’m afraid of being myself, Mordred,” Summer whispered.
He tilted her head up, allowing himself to look at her. “Don’t be,” he advises, “there is nothing to be scared of. From what I have seen, you’re a kind, caring and beautiful woman, there is certainly nothing to be afraid of, especially not around me.”
A thrill went down her spine at his touch, mixing strangely with the fear in her bones. “I barely know you,” she said softly, “and I think I’m already falling in love with you … how can that be okay?”