“The only way it’s horrible is horribly familiar,” she sighed. “Please stop being sorry. It’s not your fault I want too much. I guess I just thought after Winter sent you those pictures — I assumed. I just — anyway.”
Stiles bit his lip, hard, to avoid apologizing again. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I know what I was thinking, and I know I wasn’t thinking with my brain,” he said, frowning.
“I think I had figured that out,” Summer said softly. She spread her hands. “I — I don’t even know what to do now. I would never have let you know how I felt if you hadn’t — and now you know something I didn’t want you to know, ever.”