Bracing one arm behind her head and turning to watch him, she replied simply, “Your wings. For twelve days you can have them back again.” She tried really hard to keep her expression clear, but she couldn’t help it; anticipation and love curled the corners of her mouth. A thousand other things crowded to her lips, but she held silent, looking at him, waiting.
Tony’s head snapped up to stare at her, as he drew the medallion back against his chest at the same time. “You—what—” He shook his head, deciding not to question it, and instead he simply crossed back over to the couch. He dropped to his knees beside her, cupping her face with his free hand, and kissed her, drawing back after only a moment so their foreheads were together. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?” He kissed her again, short and sloppy because he was grinning into it. “I love you.”
Summer grinned back fit to split her face. “Of course I know. Of course.” She smoothed her hands along his cheeks. “Thank you for saying it at last, though.” He was so happy she thought she might cry. “I wanted you to be happy again,” she whispered, smiling and smiling into his dark eyes. “And you are. And I love you, too.”