The kiss was nothing like before. It was intense, urgent, filled with heat.
Summer froze. When she felt his tongue brush against her lips, she jerked and twisted away.
"Stop…" she breathed, shoving him back.
"Ouch," he muttered, clutching his arm.
She went rigid, realizing she might have hurt him. Guilt hit her immediately, flushing her face.
"I…"
The apology stuck in her throat. It wasn't as if she had meant to hurt him. He had kissed her first. Her reaction had been instinctive. Why would she apologize?
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said quietly.
Gideon wasn't in pain at all. He was only acting. Seeing the worry in her eyes, he decided to continue the charade.
"But you did," he winced dramatically.
Her guilt deepened. "Let me see."
"It's fine." He brushed her hand away when she tried to reach for him. "You don't want me here anyway. I'll just leave."
He slid off the bed and headed toward the door. But he hoped she would call him back.
