She blushes even harder. “I said I didn’t want to force you. And I don’t. I want it to be because you want to, not because I asked.”
Percival takes a step closer. “…I’ve never been an excellent communicator, have I?”
“You’re doing pretty good so far,” Summer points out. Oh god, they’re pressed right up together, and one of the best things about being female is that he cannot tell how much she /wants/ right now. Her hands tremble just a little. It’s one thing to tease him, but they’re beyond teasing now. “Tell me what you want?”