"We'll call him and we'll take care of you." Because that was what she always wanted to do, take care of him, be there for him. Whatever this meant, she'd be there every step of the way if he'd let her. "Of course, you can stay. I won't take no for an answer." And that was the truth, she'd tie him to the bed if she had to but luckily he was agreeable to it.

She cared what people said about her, about them. There had been whispers around time after he got back with no memories, how Summer was fool to stay with him or how she was a saint. But Summer was neither of those, she was a girl in love with a boy who needed her support. It wasn't saint-worthy nor was it foolish. It was natural and right. But she hoped they didn't talk for his sake, for his pride because no amount of gossip could make her want someone else. "Me too, honestly. I just thought that you'd get bits and pieces for the rest of your life." Not a big explosion of memories. She worried that it might do some harm but she bit back her concern in place of joy and a soft smile at his words. "It's okay. You make me see fireworks every time we kiss so..."