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Summer was flustered when she rang Marisa's doorbell, and she was flustered throughout the entire movie they watched upstairs. She couldn't even concentrate on Jude Law, so she knew that she must be going crazy.
If Seth had just leaned in for a kiss, she could have eventually pulled away, escaped with an "ew," and could have successfully pinned the entire incident on him. As it was, however, he had practically forced her to move in for the kill. Damn.
She shifted in the recliner and stared blankly at the wall, thinking. Where had Cohen even learned to kiss like that anyway? She hadn't had him labeled as the type to randomly start kissing on her neck.
Okay, so it wasn't so random, considering she had been all over him the last time they had been together. But still. Had he been with other girls? She grimaced and ignored the thought.
If Marisa had noticed her zoning best friend, she didn't say anything, and Summer left a little while after the movie was over. She was still so preoccupied that she almost didn't notice what was on her windshield.
Shit.
It was a flower. It had a long stem, which was tucked under the windshield wiper, and the petals were long and pink. She picked it up gently and examined it, glimpsing around in the dark to make sure that Seth wasn't anywhere around.
"Shit," she swore under her breath.
He had probably just grabbed it from his backyard or something, a fact that somehow made the act even more endearing. She didn't know whether to find it sweet and smile, or to roll her eyes and discard it, so she swore again.
She set it down next to her in the passenger seat while she drove home, feeling weird and wanting to think about something else.
Something else besides Seth's smile and his body and his eyes and his apparent seduction skills. And the flower.
She stopped the car and turned around, headed back towards the Cohen house. She pulled into the driveway, grabbed the flower, and marched up to the door, ringing the bell impatiently. A slightly bewildered Ryan answered the door.
"Where is he?" she asked with irritation.
Ryan raised his eyebrows and motioned her inside, leading her to where Seth was sitting on the carpet playing video games. Seth scrambled to his feet and Ryan left them alone.
Summer could feel slight apprehension in her stomach, but she ignored it. She waved the flower in his face.
"What the heck is this?" she demanded.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'd say a flower, but that's just my guess." He shrugged.
"You know what I mean." She frowned.
His face turned pink, and his hand slowly reached out and grabbed the flower back. He set it onto the table.
"Sorry... I don't know. Forget it. It's just... yeah," he rambled, obviously trying to blow the whole thing off.
She could actually feel her heart pound, and she wondered what she had wanted to accomplish by driving over here. He looked so embarrassed that he could die, and she was feeling a gnawing guilt.
She walked over and picked up the flower. "That's mine," she explained.
"Funny, because for some reason I got the impression that you didn't want it," he said sarcastically, sitting down on the couch.
She was feeling flushed and confused again. Damn. Summer sat down next to him on the couch, unsure of what else she could do. He inched closer to her and she swallowed, chewing the inside of her cheek and trying to calm down.
She was very, very aware that their legs were touching.
"Summer?"
"Cohen?" She tried to sound a little mocking, but it wasn't working so well.
"Is it okay... if I do this..."
It was like kissing him for the first time. His lips were soft and nervous, not demanding like hers had been. There was no tongue, no make out session that left them both breathless. He just kissed her gently and pulled back, his eyes showing his anxiousness.
It was sweet and simple. And a major turn on.
It would have been really easy and really nice to drape her arms around his neck and lower him back onto the couch, but she knew that she couldn't.
Her lips tingled and she put her face in her hands, her elbows on her knees.
"Is liking me really that hard?" he asked.
No, actually it was very easy.
She was planning an escape route when she felt his hand. He began rubbing soft, lazy circles on her back and shoulders.
Summer squeezed her eyes shut. She was messing with his heart, his head, his lips, and his first thought was to comfort her. His perfection was frustrating. She concentrated on his touch and kept still.
"I think I'm wearing you down, sugar."
His comment was a way out, an opportunity to make a quick remark and get back to her old attitude again, because this frozen, indecisive mess was not Summer Roberts.
"I think you're delirious," she countered, sitting up and drawing away from him a little bit.
"That's what I thought," he gave a little grin.
She grabbed her flower again and stood up. He followed her to the door. She was half-scared, half-hoping that he was going to try and pull a goodnight kiss, but he just kissed her on the cheek.
"Night, sugar."
A small smile on her part, but she added a roll of the eyes for good measure. "Night, Seth."
She kept her cool as she climbed into the car, but Summer's fingers went to her lips as she began driving home.
This was all very deja vu.
Because she was feeling dangerously close to giving in.
Once again, thank God.
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Summer was flustered when she rang Marisa's doorbell, and she was flustered throughout the entire movie they watched upstairs. She couldn't even concentrate on Jude Law, so she knew that she must be going crazy.
If Seth had just leaned in for a kiss, she could have eventually pulled away, escaped with an "ew," and could have successfully pinned the entire incident on him. As it was, however, he had practically forced her to move in for the kill. Damn.
She shifted in the recliner and stared blankly at the wall, thinking. Where had Cohen even learned to kiss like that anyway? She hadn't had him labeled as the type to randomly start kissing on her neck.
Okay, so it wasn't so random, considering she had been all over him the last time they had been together. But still. Had he been with other girls? She grimaced and ignored the thought.
If Marisa had noticed her zoning best friend, she didn't say anything, and Summer left a little while after the movie was over. She was still so preoccupied that she almost didn't notice what was on her windshield.
Shit.
It was a flower. It had a long stem, which was tucked under the windshield wiper, and the petals were long and pink. She picked it up gently and examined it, glimpsing around in the dark to make sure that Seth wasn't anywhere around.
"Shit," she swore under her breath.
He had probably just grabbed it from his backyard or something, a fact that somehow made the act even more endearing. She didn't know whether to find it sweet and smile, or to roll her eyes and discard it, so she swore again.
She set it down next to her in the passenger seat while she drove home, feeling weird and wanting to think about something else.
Something else besides Seth's smile and his body and his eyes and his apparent seduction skills. And the flower.
She stopped the car and turned around, headed back towards the Cohen house. She pulled into the driveway, grabbed the flower, and marched up to the door, ringing the bell impatiently. A slightly bewildered Ryan answered the door.
"Where is he?" she asked with irritation.
Ryan raised his eyebrows and motioned her inside, leading her to where Seth was sitting on the carpet playing video games. Seth scrambled to his feet and Ryan left them alone.
Summer could feel slight apprehension in her stomach, but she ignored it. She waved the flower in his face.
"What the heck is this?" she demanded.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'd say a flower, but that's just my guess." He shrugged.
"You know what I mean." She frowned.
His face turned pink, and his hand slowly reached out and grabbed the flower back. He set it onto the table.
"Sorry... I don't know. Forget it. It's just... yeah," he rambled, obviously trying to blow the whole thing off.
She could actually feel her heart pound, and she wondered what she had wanted to accomplish by driving over here. He looked so embarrassed that he could die, and she was feeling a gnawing guilt.
She walked over and picked up the flower. "That's mine," she explained.
"Funny, because for some reason I got the impression that you didn't want it," he said sarcastically, sitting down on the couch.
She was feeling flushed and confused again. Damn. Summer sat down next to him on the couch, unsure of what else she could do. He inched closer to her and she swallowed, chewing the inside of her cheek and trying to calm down.
She was very, very aware that their legs were touching.
"Summer?"
"Cohen?" She tried to sound a little mocking, but it wasn't working so well.
"Is it okay... if I do this..."
It was like kissing him for the first time. His lips were soft and nervous, not demanding like hers had been. There was no tongue, no make out session that left them both breathless. He just kissed her gently and pulled back, his eyes showing his anxiousness.
It was sweet and simple. And a major turn on.
It would have been really easy and really nice to drape her arms around his neck and lower him back onto the couch, but she knew that she couldn't.
Her lips tingled and she put her face in her hands, her elbows on her knees.
"Is liking me really that hard?" he asked.
No, actually it was very easy.
She was planning an escape route when she felt his hand. He began rubbing soft, lazy circles on her back and shoulders.
Summer squeezed her eyes shut. She was messing with his heart, his head, his lips, and his first thought was to comfort her. His perfection was frustrating. She concentrated on his touch and kept still.
"I think I'm wearing you down, sugar."
His comment was a way out, an opportunity to make a quick remark and get back to her old attitude again, because this frozen, indecisive mess was not Summer Roberts.
"I think you're delirious," she countered, sitting up and drawing away from him a little bit.
"That's what I thought," he gave a little grin.
She grabbed her flower again and stood up. He followed her to the door. She was half-scared, half-hoping that he was going to try and pull a goodnight kiss, but he just kissed her on the cheek.
"Night, sugar."
A small smile on her part, but she added a roll of the eyes for good measure. "Night, Seth."
She kept her cool as she climbed into the car, but Summer's fingers went to her lips as she began driving home.
This was all very deja vu.
Because she was feeling dangerously close to giving in.
Once again, thank God.
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THE END because I never really wanted this to be long!
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