“This shouldn’t be something good?” He asked, approaching even more. His fingers moved under a lock of the girl’s hair, his blue eyes meeting hers. “In what way you love me, Summer?”
“Not like a brother.” Her eyes flicked away, and her face heated. “Stanley … stop — you’re making it worse. I know you don’t want me to think of you like that.”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I wish I knew. I don’t know. Don’t — don’t call me that right now, okay, please, don’t, it makes it worse.”
“Okay… I was trying to be gentle, but.. I’m sorry if it upsets you. You can talk to me about everything, you can tell me what’s wrong.”
“If I knew, I would say, I promise I would say. I just — something is wrong, somewhere, I don’t know. I just feel — ” Summer jitters in his grip. “Something is wrong. I’m sorry. I’m — I’m sorry. I’m not angry, I just — you say that, and — no.”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I wish I knew. I don’t know. Don’t — don’t call me that right now, okay, please, don’t, it makes it worse.”
“Again, Summer? Really? You’re such a evil girl.” He said, smiling, rushing his steps and chasing her. “You better run, or I’ll hunt you like a prey!”
“I do try!” She took off from a standing start, sliding through the snow madly, hair flying. “What happens,” she panted, “if you catch me?”
He kept running, his scarf flying against the wind. “If I catch you,” he said quietly, folding his arms while looking at her. “I’ll throw you on top of a mistletoe.”
“On top? Sounds prickly. You do know those grow in oak trees, right?” She laughed breathlessly, then hit a patch of ice and fell.
“Again, Summer? Really? You’re such a evil girl.” He said, smiling, rushing his steps and chasing her. “You better run, or I’ll hunt you like a prey!”
“I do try!” She took off from a standing start, sliding through the snow madly, hair flying. “What happens,” she panted, “if you catch me?”
