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“I think you should let me make it up to you.”

“Those words sound familiar. And how do you propose to do that?”

“How about dinner?”

“I think I can do that. Call me.”

He looked confused for a second. “I don’t have your number.”

My lips turned up and I tsked. “Something else you don’t remember.” I stood up and smiled down to him. “When you remember, call me.”

As I walked away, I saw him reaching for his phone from his pocket. I chuckled and went to pay my bill. My legs were still shaking and my heart was racing as I tried to play it cool as I walked out the door.

Chapter 8

Jackson

As Tin ate another piece of fruit, I cringed as the juice ran down his chin. I had to look away before I gave him an even more disgusted look. I scanned the room and my eyes landed on the prettiest face I’d seen in a while. Somehow, she looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. Her smile as she looked at the other patrons as they laughed at something made me smile too. Her eyes found mine and they rounded and looked away sharply. I was a little confused because that look told me she knew me. I closed my eyes and tried to think. When I opened them, Tim was grabbing another slice out of the large bowl. I saw the yellow color being lifted from the bowl and my mind started to race. Fingernails digging into my back. Tongues touching. Moans of pleasure in my ear. “Pineapple.” I must have spoken out loud because Tin was looking at me confused.

“What?” He looked at the fruit on the end of his fork and then back at me. “You want some?”

I chuckled, hell yes, and shook my head as I hurriedly slid from the booth. I heard Tin’s protest as I rushed away. I weaved in and out of the tables until I stood behind her. Her face tilted up to see who had walked up and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Pineapple Dream.”

Her eyes closed and she lightly bit her bottom lip. I had to adjust my stance at the look on her face. She had to have remembered.

“You remember me?” she asked timidly.

I didn’t trust my own voice so I put my hands in my pockets and shrugged nonchalantly. Her eyes followed my movements and rested on my crotch to which I had to clear my throat. She would get a rude awakening if she kept looking down there. Her eyes snapped up to mine and I smiled.

“It took me a minute but… Yes, I remember. Do you mind if I sit?”

She shook her head no and I sat down before she changed her mind.

“I’m sorry.” I started. “I let you leave me.” I paused and looked down at the table. “If I did anything to you that made you uncomfortable, I apologize.”

“Like crying?” She mumbled.

My eyebrows rose. “Crying? Me?”

“You don’t remember?” Her giggle gave me chills.

I sat in deep thought and tried to think back to that night. I saw bits and pieces but I didn’t remember shedding tears. “I don’t.” My shoulders dropped. “Aw man… That’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past.” She smiled and took a sip of her coffee.

“I think you should let me make it up to you.”

“Ha. Those words sound familiar. And how do you propose to do that?”

“How about dinner?”

“I think I can do that. Call me.”

I looked at her befuddled for a second. “I don’t have your number.”

Her lips turned up and she tsked. “Something else you don’t remember.” She stood up and smiled down to me. “When you remember, call me.”

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