His fantasy was coming true, it had to be, it didn't matter how silly or awkward or anything, because the heat spreading through his body as Summer got closer and closer had to be the closest thing to paradise he would ever feel. His eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open, as he tried to continue to help her move, staring to lean up again to kiss her but his lips never found their mark.

Before he could get very far, Summer stopped - he thought maybe she just didn't want him to move and so he froze, too, but one look at her face told him that no, that was definitely not it. Something was wrong, it had to be, the pain was clear on her face even before she grasped at his shoulders and those tears started to fall. He went from ecstatic to terrified to worried in an instant, frowning and moving both hands to help her hold her hips where they were, not moving a muscle for fear that he'd somehow done something wrong. "Hey - hey, what's wrong - " Had she changed her mind? Had she decided she couldn't go through with it? Now was not his body's idea of a good time to call it off, but he told it to shut the fuck up as he looked up into her face, feeling like the worst failure of a man ever to walk the earth when only seconds before, he'd been flying high. "Summer, what did I - I'm sorry - we can stop, don't cry." He couldn't stand to see that, not when this was supposed to be special, his stomach starting to sink like a rock.