Tony set down his fork and swallowed his mouthful. “You did? I— That’s awesome,” he said, reaching across the table to swipe his thumb over the back of her hand. “I wasn’t sure, I mean… There was a hesitation and…” he trailed off, looking down and smiling. “But you meant it.”
“I was a bit in shock!” She turned her hand up to capture his. “Darlin’, you’re not known for relationships at all, you know. It wasn’t that I thought you were … how did you put it? forward, it was that we were both sitting there castigating ourselves for not being lovable, and then you stumbled your way through possibly the most awkward asking out I think I’ve ever heard.” Summer squeezed his hand.
“I don’t blame you for being in shock,” he laughed. “And yeah, I know. That was one of the things I was tearing myself down about. You’re definitely in a different league of women than I’m used to, so I was a little… Well, you nailed it right on the head. I was awkward as hell about the whole thing.”
Summer ducked her head, embarrassed. Setting down her utensils, she got up and circled the table to stand over Tony. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaned down just a bit and kissed him softly.