“You what?” he asked as he spun around in the door frame to look at her, confused was just the start of what he was feeling right now.
“I — ” She opened her mouth, closed it, then looked up at him with a determined expression. “I love you. Pietro.”
“Summer…” he said softly as he looked at her, speechless and scared. He knew things were moving along more and more, but this was so much more. His instincts told him to run, and run fast. He couldn’t do that to her, to love something like him. “You…you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into with that.”
She got up, starting to come to him, but stopped, halfway there. “You don’t believe you should be loved. Do you.” She shook her head, sharply. “You — I can’t change what I feel, Pietro. I’ve seen inside you. I know exactly what I’m getting.”