“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
She made herself take a deep breath, like Stiles said, and let it out in a sigh as she regretfully noticed that his touching her didn’t give her quite the same secret thrill anymore. She wasn’t quite sure she believed his reassurances, though. Small and a little sad, she said, “I don’t want to make the same mistake with him that I made with you. I’m so tired of being alone, Stiles.”
“Okay, trust me, I get that, Summer,” Stiles said, looking into her eyes. “But you can’t let that experience hold you back forever. That’s not healthy and it’s not fair to yourself. Just be confident and call him,” he stopped and thought for a second. “Okay, here’s a simple test. If you tell him who you are and give him a very vague description of how you met and he remembers, then you know he’s been thinking about it, too?” It was a question because he wasn’t quite sure how she would take that.
“Is that how it works? I mean, do you guys really think about things like that?” When she thought about calling Isaac, it was like a pit formed in her stomach, heavy wth fear. He’d seemed so nice, so genuine and sweet and trustable, but she didn’t trust her memories. What if he regretted following Helios? What if he resented the way she’d butted into his life, promising to fix his phobia?