Page 79 of Amnesia

I woke before her but lay there unmoving with her still plastered against my side and her hair spread over my bare chest. The soft snoring sounds she made literally swelled my heart.

There was nothing I didn’t love about her, not one thing so far.

Sure, a couple things might come, but I’d probably be blind to them. She was my second chance. Or perhaps maybe my first.

It scared the shit out of me that someone was out there lurking. They had to be trailing her, watching her every move. How else would they know to show up at all the places she was at the most opportune times?

If the cops didn’t do something soon, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands.

Amnesia’s breathing changed, her adorable snoring ceasing. Glancing down, I watched her stretch against me, lift her chin, and slowly open her eyes.

A flicker of surprise registered, but then it was instantly replaced by warmth. She was glad I was here. Nothing could warm me better on a cool fall day.

I didn’t say anything, instead rubbing her back. She exhaled and snuggled back into my chest, her fingers floating along my side. I wanted her; there was no denying it. No hiding it.

But it wasn’t all I wanted. I wanted all of her.

Slowly, I dragged my fingers through her short strands of hair, twirling it around my finger and then smoothing it out to start all over again. Her leg lifted over mine, pushing between them.

I couldn’t help but wonder what if.

What if that night hadn’t happened all those years ago? Would I still be here today, or would life have taken me down a different path?

It was hard to think of what-ifs when the moment you were living was everything you could ever want.

“I didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep,” Am murmured, her fingertips outlining my figure. “But I did. All night.”

“Me, too.” I agreed.

Her head cocked to the side, her brown eyes curious. “Do you ever have trouble sleeping?”

“Sometimes,” I rasped, playing with her hair again. “But not last night.”

Again, she stretched against me like a cat. I didn’t think she understood the lust that shot through me every time she did.

“How are you feeling this morning?” I asked, my hand dropping to her hip.

“Better,” she replied. “Do I still look lumpy?”

I chuckled. “Lumpy? No.”

She grunted like she didn’t believe me. I felt like grabbing her ass and letting her know it was my favorite lump on her body.

I refrained.

Regretfully.

“Do you have to go into work?” she asked.

“Nope. Called in. Dad’s watching the store today.”

Her brow furrowed. “Because of me?”

I considered fancying up the words but decided against it. “Pretty much.”

She laughed as though the answer pleased her. I knew it would.

“Another date day?” she suggested.

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