"Does that mean you're gonna stop calling yourself 'dead meat' now?" Summer asked, laughing as he pulled her close to him. With the medication Roger was on now, there really was no reason why he shouldn't live a long, healthy life. He just had to want to. If she could be a part of that for him, she would happily do so. The last few weeks had been... really great.
Summer let her arms slip around Roger's neck once she was facing him, feeling the familiar, warm sensation of his hand at her hip, holding her close to him. "But I'll hold you to that," she murmured,as his lips drew closer to hers. "I don't want you going anywhere." She managed a small, content smile before pushing herself up on tiptoes and pressing her lips to his, her fingers running into his messy blonde hair.