“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“He was hurt, he was angry.” She twisted her hands together. “He thought I made him love me. You weren’t very happy at the idea either, remember. And he’s not — he doesn’t know about supernatural things. Except me. He found out about that and … ” She trailed off and shrugged.
“Ah,” Stiles said, suddenly understanding where she was coming from. “Wait, is this part of the reason you’re really so afraid to see if Isaac actually likes you back?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in thought.
“You mean, am I afraid I’m making him like me? No.” She shook her head. “No. I just … don’t … ” She let her breath out in a long sigh again. “I don’t know how to put it. Just maybe he was right. Maybe he is right.”