"Andrew…He wasn't my boyfriend?"
"I am your boyfriend," Valentine looked at her with apologetic eyes, "...I was your boyfriend," he corrected.
Summer looked at him with so much pain and so many questions, 'It makes much more sense if it was him,' everything that she felt about Valentine in her past, and everything she felt when he held her in that elevator, all the wrong signals her body kept on giving her while Andrew was telling her that they belonged together, all of it made perfect sense for her right then.
And all of it broke her heart.
Mike tugged her to his side and wrapped a protective arm around her waist, "What good is a boyfriend who leaves his girlfriend the second she wakes up from a week long coma,"
