“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“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.”
“I meant more being afraid that he would reject you…” Stiles said, shrugging. “Hey, don’t let your douchebag ex get to you. You’re moving on, right? You really like Isaac? Just go for it.”
“Stiles, I’ve only met him /once/. I never had /any/ boyfriends until I came here, and considering I’ve had the last two attempts blow up kind of spectacularly, I think I’m allowed to be a little worried.” She leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I’m not exactly afraid he’ll reject me, I’m more convinced of it.”