`` yes , your sister does have a knack for matchmaking , does n't she ? '' he kissed the top of my head and played with my fingers , running his through mine and lightly drawing circles on my palm . patience is the least he could ask of me . like the book im writing at this very moment . do you ... do you want to talk about what you remember ? '' there was never going to be an easy way out . was she giving him the go ahead to take her home ? 