Summer shook her head, slowly. “No. I go to the college. I’m a sophomore.” A little smile, secretive, curved her mouth. “You’ve never seen me before. Not to notice.”
He tasted of nerves, now, and confusion, still sweetened with that hope underneath. She thought maybe he wasn’t sure what to do with her. “Ask me anything,” she said, turning her hands palm up to him. “I know you don’t trust me yet.”
”Oh, cool.” Now she was hot and older — what did he do and how can he repeat it? “Um,” it went against his better judgement but he could tell she wasn’t lying else her heart would’ve skipped. She seemed genuine which worried him a bit. There had to be a catch.
”Did you want to come in? To talk, I mean,” he stepped aside to allow room for her to walk across the threshold of the house. “Do you want something to drink or—?” He trailed off and shoved his hands into his jean pockets to keep them from fidgeting. He had never actually had a girl over before because of whatever reason so he wasn’t entirely sure how it was supposed to work.
Summer slipped into the house, stepping carefully so she didn’t brush him. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what she would sense if they touched. Not yet. “Thank you.” She wanted a little of the mystery she’d created for him to remain for both of them, right now.
It was hard not to know certain things, though, now that she had opened up. Hard not to sense his unease, and understand that it wasn’t her specifically.
“A soda would be really nice.” It would give her hands something to do, so she didn’t fidget. Maybe. Already one hand was behind her back, fingers sliding through her hair. Summer put the other hand back there, too, and stepped into the living room. A couch beckoned, and she perched on the edge.