“You really think so?”
“Okay, let’s talk about how we got from me making a smart remark I never expected to be taken seriously to you in my bed talking like we’re dating, or going to be dating, and Isaac you don’t — you should not want to be with me.” She rolled over farther, shoulder into his hip, and buried her face in the blankets. “You’re gorgeous and sexy and — and — I don’t know. I don’t know what you want, I thought we were just having fun.”
Isaac frowned. “Right,” he mumbled, climbing out of her bed and sliding into the bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the tub and ran his hands through his hair. He was an idiot. This was supposed to be sex and only sex. He should have wanted that. After a few moments of thinking, he slowly got up and walked back in, grabbing his pants and starting to pull them on. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m still too naive to think people want me for more than sex. I should have learned that lesson the first time around,” he said, buttoning his jeans and zipping them up. “Sorry. I’m not really that kind of guy. And… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I thought this was something else, but I was wrong.”
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.”