“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“I would never be unclothed around a woman.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Or are you forgetting that I am a perfect gentleman?”
More laughter. Very deliberate, she stroked her fingers over his cock, first light, then with increasing pressure.
“You’re really not going to give this up, are you, Summer?” Tony groaned. “Am I going to have to go through this every time I tell you that I love you? If that’s the case I can easily stop.”
“Go through — !” she spluttered. “Fine. Just fine.” She rolled off the couch, face flaming, and flung his shirt at him. “You don’t want me either, that’s fine.” Tears starred her cheeks, unnoticed. “You just — you just call me if you change your mind, Tony.” Snatching up her bag, she jerked the door open and slammed it behind her.
She should have known better. She should always have known better, Summer told herself furiously, angry tears sliding down her face. Of course the sorority girls were right. In what world would anyone want to be with her? She would never be good enough.