“It doesn’t matt— just forget it. Okay? It’s not important.” She put an arm over her face, frowning and frustrated. “I’m stupid and useless and overreacting and it doesn’t matter.”
“No, you’re not.” He reached out and slowly splayed his fingers out over her wrists, trembling only a little bit this time. “Please don’t hide away, Summer? I think you’re awesome.”
Her heart jumped when he touched her — partly because she couldn’t see and therefore didn’t know he was going to do it, and partly because, well, it was him, touching her, on purpose. She sighed and dropped her arm, looking up at him. “You’re biased,” she told him, and made herself look away.