Page 68 of Amnesia

“Today’s been the best day of my life, Eddie,” I whispered. “And I can say that because it’s the truth.”

“Amnesia,” he said, coming over me, caging in my head with his elbows. “I think it’s been my best day, too.”

I shook my head. “You’ve had a lot of other days to compete.”

“No one compares to you.”

I sighed. I liked his weight on me and how he blocked the sun and sky. My eyes dipped down his lips, then back up to his eyes.

Without another word, he closed the distance between us. My world tilted on its side as his mouth claimed mine. He kissed me fully, the weight of him over me molding my back into the grass. Without waiting, I slipped my tongue along his lips, then into his mouth, seeking out his. He opened instantly, slanting his head, and our tongues twirled together.

Balancing all his weight on one arm, his hand slid down, grazing my arm from the shoulder to my wrist, his fingers dancing over my palm. Then our fingers linked together.

Eddie kissed a little deeper, his body drooping a little farther against mine. Without thinking, I arched up into him, wanting more, but not sure what.

With a deep groan, Eddie shoved up and off me.

Blinking, I looked up at the blue sky, turning my head to look at him. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I wanted to keep going.”

Well, that didn’t make any sense.

He held out his hand. I gave mine, and he pulled me up so we were sitting so close our shoulders pressed together.

Reaching for the box, Eddie grabbed another lobster roll and took a big bite. “C’mon.” He cajoled. “Try one.”

“Are they good?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “I’m not so sure about it.”

“Maine is famous for its lobster,” he said and shoved another bite in his mouth.

Well, he sure did seem to like them.

Chuckling, he held out the half-eaten roll he was working on. “Here, I’ll share.”

Suddenly, that lobster sandwich thing had a lot more appeal because it had been between his lips. “Yeah?” I asked, leaning toward it.

He nodded, holding out the food so I could take a bite. The bread was soft; the flavor of the meat, seasonings, and sauce was savory. I chewed as it all melded together in my mouth in a symphony of taste.

“It’s actually really good,” I said, swallowing it down.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie said, wrapping his arm around my waist. He held it out, offering me another bite, and I took it.

Laying my head against his chest as I chewed, we both stared out across the water. “So what about Rumor Island?” I said, staring at the large formation out in the center of the lake. “Tell me some stories about it.”

“Maybe another day,” he murmured. I could tell he was far less keen to talk about the island than the Loch Ness.

“Are those stories true?”

“Some of them.” He hedged, looking down.

I started to speak, but he covered my lips, effectively silencing me. “I could kiss you all fucking day,” he murmured against them.

I smiled and leaned into him.

After about a second of kissing, I felt a tickle in my throat. Clearing it, I went right back to his lips, but it happened again.

“Am?” he said, drawing back.

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