The sudden emotional outburst surprised even Summer Thorne herself. She stared blankly at Timothy York, silent for a long while before whispering, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."
Timothy York cupped her face, his gaze profound. After a long moment, he leaned in and gently kissed her eyelids.
Summer Thorne closed her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. "It's not really a big deal, especially since it's been so many years... I stopped dancing because, during the fall semester of my senior year, I was in a car acci—"
She was only halfway through the sentence when Timothy York suddenly sealed her lips with his, stopping her from saying another word.
Slightly surprised, Summer Thorne opened her eyes to look at the man before her. 'I don't get it,' she thought. 'He was the one who asked, so why is he stopping me now that I've finally worked up the courage to tell him?'
