“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.
“Name one of us who isn’t like that, someone who doesn’t have their own ghosts and demons.” Summer clenched her nails into her palms to keep from stepping forward, into his arms. “I — I don’t need you to change for me. I’m not asking for that. I want you the way you are.” She turned her head, strands of hair sliding over her face, closing herself off completely. “I’m not in your mind, I won’t — just say … what you want me to do.”
“Well some of my demons can get you killed. A lot of them actually,” he said, throwing his hands in the air as he started to pace around now, unable to keep himself still. “Why would you want something like this? Me? I’m broken Summer, I’m an asshole, I’m mean to people for no reason. I really don’t have many redeeming qualities.” He knew he was too selfish to tell her off, to tell her the lie that he didn’t love her. He couldn’t help to feel like he could do that to him or her. Before he knew it, his pacing started to get faster and faster before he stopped in front of her again, quickly taking her chin in his hand and pulling her face up to his to kiss it.
She could feel the breeze as his pacing became a brief blur — and then he was making her look at him, kissing her, and involuntarily she put her hands up to steady herself. When he let her go, she gasped for breath. “What — what was that for?”