Page 57 of Amnesia

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” I murmured, stepping so close my Adidas bumped against hers. “Right here in the street.”

Her tongue jutted out to wet her lips. “You are?”

“Unless you tell me not to,” I replied, cupping the side of her face. “I should warm you that probably everyone on this street is plastered to the windows, watching us.”

“Everyone inside the salon asked me about you,” she whispered, then giggled.

I cocked my head to the side and smiled. “And what did you tell them?”

“I told them you were a terrible kisser.” She couldn’t even say the words without grinning mischievously.

“Did not,” I countered. My thumb swept over her lower lip.

Her breath caught. Slowly, she shook her head. “You’re right. I didn’t.”

“Here I come, Am.” I warned her.

She didn’t pull away.

I touched my lips to hers with gentle pressure. The soft sigh of relief I felt throughout my entire body was most alarming. Instead of pulling back, I shifted closer, wound one arm completely around her waist, and pulled her fully into my chest.

She sighed and clutched the front of my T-shirt, her lips moving beneath mine, so I kissed her a little bit deeper.

I didn’t want to pull back. I wanted to get lost in her, but we were standing on the street. My father was going to give me a damn lecture about respecting women and blah, blah, blah. I respected women. Amnesia above them all.

But I also admired her beauty and couldn’t help myself.

Pulling back, her eyes fluttered, then focused on mine.

“The entire town is going to be buzzing about this.” I mused.

“I’m sure I’m not the only girl you’ve ever kissed on the street.” She scoffed, looking down.

Using my thumb, I lifted her face. “The only one who’s ever mattered.”

Am reached for my hand, and I gave it wholeheartedly.

“You’re mine the rest of the day, Am. You ready to see the town?”

“First stop, Loch General?” she asked, gazing past me down the street.

“How about hot chocolate, then Loch Gen?” I compromised.

“You know the way to a girl’s heart.” She grinned.

Oh, I hope so, Amnesia. I truly do.

I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted her heart.

I learned a few more thing about myself I could add to the so-called Amnesia checklist.

1) Dresses made me feel pretty

2) Hot chocolate was definitely my favorite

3) Kissing Eddie was something I would never get tired of

And

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