“You really think so?”
When he climbed out of the bed, the cold crept into her bones. She shivered, and groped for an edge to pull over her body. “Please come back,” Summer whispered. “Please, just talk to me.” When he did come back, though, his words cut. “Those are my lines,” she said, sitting up straight. “Isaac, that’s what I’m supposed to say. It’s — don’t — please don’t just — ” She had to stop and sniff, try to put her thoughts in order. “I didn’t realise you wanted this to be something else right now,” she began. “I … if you want that, it’s fine. It’s good.”
Isaac looked down, staying quiet for a few moments before sighing. “Summer, I think you’re great and fantastic and amazing, but you don’t think that of me,” he said, frowning. “You thought I was someone completely different. And… It’s not me. At all. I’m not that guy and… He’s the one you wanted to have sex with,” he said, shrugging a bit and looking away from her. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away, trying to sort out his thoughts. He frowned. Why was he doing this to himself?
She closed her eyes, trying not to cry and failing. “I assumed. I didn’t think — I didn’t — ” She fought the words out. “I didn’t look any farther into you than the surface, because it’s not fair. You can’t do that to me. And I assumed, and I was wrong, and the last person who wanted to have sex with me — and by the way I’m still a virgin — the last person decided I bespelled him into being with me!” She had to stop and swallow hard before she could go on. “I would have said no, I would not have — none of this would have happened if I was just using you in place of someone.”