The laugh that escaped her was harsh and shocked. “The right moment? The right /moment/?” She couldn’t find any other words; it just seemed so absurd — she didn’t even know what kind of right moment he meant. “Wh-what kind of right moment is there for ‘I’m secretly a faery tale creatu—’ Oh, fuck me. What I said, the other night — the Red Riding Hood — oh my god.”
He flinched and scooted a little bit away from her to press against the door, wondering whether or not he should just run now, for she couldn’t possibly still want him if her tone was anything to go by. “I don’t know, okay? This…it’s become normal for me and I never thought I’d have to tell anybody about it, and you…I didn’t want to push you away, Summer…”
“Stop it!” It was a good thing they were at the last stoplight before her apartment complex. “Stop /saying/ that. I’m not — I’m not going to — let me make my own choices. Please.” She closed her hands too tightly on the wheel and flinched, hissing with pain. “Can we get inside and I wash off my hands before you decide I’m just going to — to hunt the wolf?”