“Wh—OH!” Summer blushed equally hotly and looked down again. “No, I — we don’t have to … go that far. We’re not — I don’t want to. Not now. We’re just … making out. Right?” She searched his face. “It’s okay.”
Sighing with relief, he moved to sprawl across her torso, leaning down then to capture her lips in a deep kiss. “Thank you, Summer. I mean, I want to do that one day, I’ve just…um…I don’t…I’m not ready yet, I guess?” he admitted shyly, blush darkening with each word that he uttered, his forehead pressing against hers.
She whispered, “Me either. It’s too fast, too much … I only meant — ” She stopped and took a deep breath, trying anyhow to get her thoughts in order. “I’m not sorry. Okay? So don’t think — only that I didn’t expect you to respond?” Delicately she stroked his back. “I don’t — where do we go from here?”