Her heartbeat fluttered like a bird in a cage. She didn’t know what to say to that. Part of her urged, ‘Want to again! Don’t pass this up!’ The other part didn’t want to seem forward, feared he’d think she came to the Tower only for this, felt painfully manipulative. Wide open as she was, she couldn’t distrust him any longer, but ‘want to’ and ‘ought to’ clashed like warring lions in her head, holding her immobile.
‘Please, take this choice away from me, because I can’t decide,’ she thought, finally lifting a hand to cover his.
Summer’s silence was killing the genius. He could see the gears working through her mind, she was obviously thinking in depth about something. But the suspense of her just staring at him, those longing deep eyes burrowing into his soul, was too much.
“What are you thinking?” he finally asked, the uncontrollable words echoing through the room before hanging above the couple. He wanted badly for his lips to be against hers once more and his bare skin against hers for the first time, but he didn’t want to overstep her boundaries.
“That I don’t want you to think this is why I came here,” Summer breathed. “That I want to kiss you again and again … that I don’t want to be the latest in your long line of conquests.” Her hand tightened on his. “That I cannot choose.”