It’s her turn to jerk a little when he touched her. She stared down at his hand and nodded, slowly. “I don’t know … if I can pretend not to see it … “

“I still want to be your friend, Summer. And as for more? Well…maybe? I don’t know you well enough yet.” He stated with a shrug and a small, encouraging smile. “But I’m still just a kid to you.”

“You’re not!” she protested automatically. “I don’t think of you that way. Does a few years really make /so/ much difference?”

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