Embarrassed, she pulled away entirely, and covered it by reaching for their glasses. She carried them into the kitchen to refill and hoped he didn’t notice her blush.
“I’m sorry…” He called out after her, before sighing and ducking his head, wrapping his arms around his stomach. He didn’t know what had happened there, but he was sure that he had overreacted.
Summer sighed and leaned her arms on the counter, hanging her head between them. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault I … It’s not your fault.” She swallowed hard and told her body to behave, then carried the glasses back over.