“You really think so?”
Sliding over, she let him put an arm around her. “What difference does it make? I wanted it. You wanted it. I like you. I like you a lot, Isaac. And the people I like never like me back.” She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, “I was just going to be glad for what you offered and try not to get attached. And then you started talking like we were already in the middle of — of a relationship, and I got confused.”
Isaac frowned and kept his hand on her arm, not touching her side, just in case. “I’m sorry. I just… I just liked you,” he said, giving her a weak smile. “And I guess I thought you liked me too. I don’t know. I’ve only ever been in one relationship, and that didn’t go so well. So I’m not really used to it. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, to be honest.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I just know that I like you, and I think you’re gorgeous. And I don’t want to be a fling. So… If it’s a fling you want, I’m not your guy. I can’t do that.”
“I’ve never had a fling in my life,” Summer said, sitting up to meet his eyes. “I /always/ get attached. I’m trying to learn to let go.” She sighed and took his hand, tracing a doodle in the palm with a fingertip. “Tell me what you want. Right now. What do you want?”