The two, barely acquaintances sitting in Munro's kitchen, lost in their thoughts but happy for each others company. Munro found himself to be very lonely. More so than usual. His career slowly but surely was growing and he couldn't go out without signing an autograph or two.
"You know," he began, chewing slowly before shoving more breakfast in his mouth using no manners what so ever. He paused as if searching for the right words. He leaned on one elbow on the table and lifted his fork in the air and looked at it for a moment.
"Your the first girl I let stay here,"
Summer gave him a questioning look.
"What I mean is...usually they spend the night and we hook up but….I make her leave in the a.m. I couldn't do that with you...I mean…for the love of God you cooked me breakfast and no girl has ever done that for me,"
He set his fork on the table and stared at Summer with such an intensity she thought his eyes were burning through her. It gave her chills. She found herself getting lost in his eyes. She drifted off in her thoughts for a moment before she realized Munro wanted a response.
She gave him a smile. "Am I different?" He nodded. Good, they had something in common. Summer went over last nights events in her mind, remember back in her hotel room how she couldn't find herself making the first moves on Munro, how he had to, because she felt afraid of him, like he was different somehow and that feeling scared her.
"You didn't seem to want to hook up with me just because I'm an TV star."
Summer nodded. "It doesn't matter to me if you're famous or not, you're a pretty cool guy."
"You're here with me right now," Munro whispered and got up to Summer's side of the table and stood before her, just gazing at her with those eyes of his, looking at her if she were the only person in his mind.
"I am," she whispered back.
"And you don't care that I'm famous," He whispered as he leaned down towards her, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.
"I don't," She could feel his warm breath on her face.
"Maybe you care..." He said as he tipped her chin up towards his face with his fingers.
"Yeah..." She whispered as she closed her eyes and was lost in his kiss.
Later that afternoon after the two cuddled up on Munro's leather couch and watched a marathon of Spongebob episodes and singing along like two children to the theme song. He walked Summer back to his bedroom so they could get dressed.
She slipped on her jean skirt and halter and watched Munro throw on a pair of ripped jeans that looked like they couldn't survive another month or so and a t-shirt that said "Models Wanted", she watched him as he ran his hands through his fluffy brown hair.
He walked to the bathroom and stuck his head under the running faucet and watched him wash out the dried gel.
He flung his head back getting water on the wall but he didn't seem to mind. She liked his hair undone and untamed. It was longer than she'd thought, the unruly hair falling into his eyes. He ran his fingers through them a few times.
Once the two were out of the bathroom, Summer checked her cell phone and saw three missed calls from her father.
"So, you still live with you're parents?" Munro asked, as the two walked down the hallway towards the apartment's main entrance.
"Yeah, my dad. My mom never was in my life," Munro sensed the sadness in her voice. He put his arm around her and gave her a comforting squeeze.
"Her loss," He said.
The two walked out on Toronto's busy streets. "How far do you live from here?" he asked as the moment between the two became awkward. Munro shoved his hands into his pant's pocket.
"Not far in a cab," She said. She reached in her pocket for some cash but Munro stopped her by grabbing her wrist. He whipped out his wallet before she could protest and fumbled with a couple of 20's.
"My treat," He leaned over called for a cab, not less than 10 seconds later one pulled up by them.
Summer reluctantly took the cash and reached in her purse for a pen and scribbled Munro her number. Something she never did with a hook-up.
He leaned down and gave her a short but sweet kiss and a tight hug.
"I had fun," Was the last thing she said to him before she climbed in the cab. Munro turned and watched the cab drive away.
I had fun.
Those three words were forever burned in his memory.
He smiled.