"Whoa -" Whatever he was doing, it was not the right thing - so much for being a ladies' man - as Summer only cried harder and seemed to waver on her feet. He tried to steady her, to keep hold of her arms but she pulled away almost as fast as she'd grabbed him, although he tried to keep an eye on her, ready to grab her again if she started to look unsteady.
But then she started talking again, and almost before she got to the end he knew where this was heading - even still, those last three words were like a punch to the gut of his own, making him suck in a breath. Oh - oh - this was like some cosmic trick God was playing on him, it had to be. He had a gorgeous girl like this and he couldn't remember a thing about her? Yeah, that sounded like some kind of joke to him - and one that wasn't funny, either, just like she'd accused him of being. "Oh," was all he said, quietly, for just a minute, blinking until she seemed to find some kind of resolve (though she was still crying, maybe that was why the sight of it broke his heart, he knew somewhere deep down that it was supposed to belong to her) and said she'd take him home.
He wanted to apologize - more than that, he wanted to tell her how much he'd missed her, how he loved her too, how things would be all right... but when he opened his mouth all that came out was, "Are you feeling up to it? If I'm on the right street, I can... " Find his own way, but he had a feeling that telling her she couldn't would really only make things worse, so he tried, genuinely tried, to temporize. "Okay. Thank you. That would be wonderful." He caught sight of the basket she'd dropped behind her, and reached down to grab his seabag before he moved to start picking up the scattered groceries that had spilled out across the sidewalk here and there. "Let me get this for you - look, if we live close to each other, I could walk you home first." He knew they were going to have to talk, but he wasn't sure what to say - where did you start, when someone said they loved you and you didn't even know who they were?
Let's assume his parents aren't home? Trying to decide if they'd have changed their star >>
But then she started talking again, and almost before she got to the end he knew where this was heading - even still, those last three words were like a punch to the gut of his own, making him suck in a breath. Oh - oh - this was like some cosmic trick God was playing on him, it had to be. He had a gorgeous girl like this and he couldn't remember a thing about her? Yeah, that sounded like some kind of joke to him - and one that wasn't funny, either, just like she'd accused him of being. "Oh," was all he said, quietly, for just a minute, blinking until she seemed to find some kind of resolve (though she was still crying, maybe that was why the sight of it broke his heart, he knew somewhere deep down that it was supposed to belong to her) and said she'd take him home.
He wanted to apologize - more than that, he wanted to tell her how much he'd missed her, how he loved her too, how things would be all right... but when he opened his mouth all that came out was, "Are you feeling up to it? If I'm on the right street, I can... " Find his own way, but he had a feeling that telling her she couldn't would really only make things worse, so he tried, genuinely tried, to temporize. "Okay. Thank you. That would be wonderful." He caught sight of the basket she'd dropped behind her, and reached down to grab his seabag before he moved to start picking up the scattered groceries that had spilled out across the sidewalk here and there. "Let me get this for you - look, if we live close to each other, I could walk you home first." He knew they were going to have to talk, but he wasn't sure what to say - where did you start, when someone said they loved you and you didn't even know who they were?