Page 147 of Mistaken Intention

I pop the last piece of pancake into my mouth and put down my fork, taking a sip of coffee, all the while, my eyes never leaving Drew’s. He’s sitting opposite me, holding my left hand, even while he eats, and doesn’t show any signs of letting it go… not that I’m complaining.

We woke about an hour ago, and although we both agreed we were hungry and in need of breakfast, we needed each other more. Drew got up and pulled me into the shower, lifting me into his arms and taking me. It was very different to last night, which was tender and gentle, like a re-discovery. Our shower this morning was heated and frenzied. His lips were all over me, his hands and fingers everywhere. There was an urgency to our love-making that took my breath away, and I shudder now, just thinking about it.

“Are you okay?” Drew asks, finishing his pancakes and pushing his plate aside.

“Hmm… I was just thinking about this morning.”

He smiles. “It was pretty memorable.”

I can feel myself blush. “I wish you could remember more.”

“What about? This morning? Trust me, I remember every second of what we did.”

I shake my head. “That’s not what I mean. I—I wish you could remember what you did before… with other women.”

“Why would I want to?”

“Because it would be nice to think that at least some of what we do is different.”

“Everything we do is different… because it’s with you.” I smile, and he clasps my hand a little tighter. “Are you thinking about what I think you’re thinking about?” he says, narrowing his eyes.

“That depends on what you think I’m thinking about.”

“Me, fingering your ass.” My body convulses in a sudden shock of pleasure, and Drew smiles. “Guess I was right.” He raises my hand, kissing my fingers. “You asked me before if I’d done anything like that, with anyone else.”

“Yes.”

“I think we both know now that you meant Lexi, didn’t you?”

I nod my head. “I know I said I’m not worried about you and her, and I’m not, but…”

“Hey… it’s okay. If the roles were reversed, I’d feel the same. I wish I could tell you with any certainty what went on between us, but I can’t. Not yet. Hopefully I will, one day, but until then the only thing I can say is, I can’t believe I would have done that with anyone else… including Lexi.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because it feels like there’s too much trust involved. There’s something about the way you give yourself to me. I can’t picture myself being in that situation with anyone other than you. Obviously, I could be wrong… but I hope I’m not.”

“I guess we’ll find out when your memory comes back.”

“Hopefully. Do you want me to tell you, either way?”

“Yes. I need to know… and I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“No. No more secrets.”

He gazes across the table at me. “I hated keeping things…” I say, and he reaches out, touching his forefinger against my lips.

“That’s enough, Josie. We’re not going to talk about it. I know you were only doing what the doctor told you, and even if it backfired, it wasn’t your fault. Regardless of all the things I said yesterday, I don’t blame you.”

I pull his hand away, keeping hold of it and lower it to the table, so all four of our hands are clasped together.

“There are still things we need to talk through, though.”

“Yes, we do. About the future. We don’t need to keep raking over the past. For one thing, I still don’t really have one.” He tilts his head to one side. “But I have a future, don’t I? With you?”

“Yes, of course you do. If that’s what you want.”

“More than anything. Let’s just leave the past and my memories to take care of themselves, shall we?”

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