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When he lowered his lips to mine, I slid my hands up his chest and laced them behind his neck. Moaning softly, I welcomed his lips and tongue, the kiss sending pulses of need so great through me that I feared if it kept up, I’d be begging him to come upstairs. So I pulled away.
“I should get going.” I jerked my thumb towards the lobby.
“Yes, you should. Room 402. Same hotel as your mother is staying at. When you’re ready.”
I nodded. “402.” Turning from him, I started to open the door that led to the lobby and then paused, turning partially to look at him over my shoulder. “Thank you, Dylan.”
Grinning, he made a little flourish motion with his hand as he gave me a half-bow. “Anything for you, m’lady.”
Upstairs, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, but my sleep was hardly restful. Images, conversations, and what felt like scenes from a movie dominated my sleep. While it wasn’t restful, it was certainly enlightening. They could have been mere dreams, but I knew better. They were memories. And when I woke and began preparing myself for the day, I knew what I had to do.
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Chapter 21
Maya
I was waiting on the sofa when Aaron arrived at the apartment.
“Hey baby! Did you have a good day?” He smiled at me as he began to unzip his jacket.
“Not bad. It was enlightening.”
“Oh?” His hand paused on the zipper leaving the jacket halfway unzipped. “Did you get some of your memories back?”
“I got one or two…I might need you to fill in a few blanks though.”
“Of course. Whatever I can do to help.” He continued unzipping his jacket. “And if you want to go grab a new phone today, I can go with you.”
Picking up my new phone from the coffee table, I waved it. “My mother and I ran to the mall earlier and we got me set up with a new one.”
I’d also been able to link my new phone to my old one and regain my photos, photos that included ones of me and Dylan. Those photos along with the dreams from the previous night brought back a tidal wave of memories of not only the past week, but the past year, including why Aaron and I had broken up. I’d saved everything important, including my pictures with Dylan to the cloud and all it took was accessing the account. My mind had been such jelly since arriving home it hadn’t even occurred to me to go onto my laptop to gain access.
I’d also had a little chat with my mother. At first, I’d been angry with her, thinking she’d been in on some sort of ploy with Aaron, but as my memories continued to come back, I realized it had been my fault. She liked Aaron and had been dealing with a number of emotional issues, so I didn’t want to disappoint or worry her with what had happened between Aaron and myself. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have lied to her, but that was in the past and I promised I’d be truthful with her from now on—regardless of whether it was good or bad.
She’d been hiding something from me as well though. Dylan’s father and my mother were back together. Something Dylan had also kept from me—at least I think he had—my memories were still quite choppy. I was remembering major events of the past, but most of the in-between was a mystery still.
His body stilled. “That’s great.”
“I do have some questions though.”
Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Of course. What do you need to know?”
“Well, first, I was curious to know why you lied to me and said it was Dylan who was the intruder, when in fact it was you?”
“Look, Maya. We were in the process of working things out and--”
“Wrong. We weren’t. I know this for a couple reasons. First, after what you did to me, I’d never take you back—ever. And second, I was happy with Dylan.”
“Dylan’s an unemployed lowlife. He’s not worth your time.”
I laughed, though the sound was hollow to my ears. “And you are? You? The man who humiliated me by cheating right under my nose while everyone knew. Everyone but me. Because I loved you too much to believe what was before my eyes.”
When I spoke, there was no emotion within me. I knew why I hadn’t felt emotions towards him when I woke up—it was because I was already dead inside when it came to him and there was no way emotions could ever be resurrected from the depths that they had been buried.
“I made a mistake back then. I’ll be the first to admit it. When the accident happened—”
“You mean when you showed up drunk on New Year’s Eve and started shit that had Dylan going to jail and me going to the hospital?”
