Page 23 of Amnesty

“Please remember our earlier words, Amnesia. Finding out will give you what you need to move on, but in reality, your life, the one you have now, is still yours.”

I went to the door, passing by the ugly salt rocks. “Are we finished for today?”

“Yes.”

I started to leave.

“Amnesia?” she called. I turned back. “I’ll call you the second Dr. Shaw calls me and lets me know he has the records.”

“Thank you.” I left the windowless, dim office and walked down the bright corridor.Just a few more days,I told myself.

A few more days. Then all this would be over.

There was a difference between quiet and quiet.

Know what I mean?

Quiet was when the mind was preoccupied or busy with the task before you. Then there wasquiet.As in lost in your own head, bogged down by thoughts that threatened to overwhelm you, drown you… take you away from the people that loved you.

Am was a quiet person—something I expected. After all, her mind had a lot to process. But today, her quiet was of the second variety.

It was eerie… more and more so lately.

I didn’t like it. Again, I felt my patience being pulled so thin it was nearly see-through.

I didn’t want to pressure her, but maybe a little bit of pressure was required. If it was between that and letting her slip away, then I knew the choice I had to make.

After her appointment with Dr. Kline, we worked together at Loch Gen. The hours seemed to drag once more, something that seemed more excruciating than before because now I was used to the time speeding by.

Something was wrong. I was merely biding my time to find out what it was.

Once closing time came, I was quick to turn over the closed sign and lock the front door. Amnesia was at the register, cashing out the drawer and closing down the system. I shut off a few lights as I went, my eyes solely focused on her.

She was utterly beautiful, nearly breathtaking every time I glanced her way. It didn’t matter if she was standing in the sunshine or rising up over me in the middle of the night. Even comatose in a hospital bed before she ever spoke a word, I was inexplicably drawn to her in ways I never experienced before.

I didn’t know there was emotion in the universe powerful enough to invisibly tether me to someone else, not so wholly and completely.

But there was.

And she embodied it.

So when she was this kind of quiet, that unsettled me more than the loudest noise. Nothing would feel right until she was better.

Coming up behind her, my arms wound around her waist, tugging her body into mine. Her face turned toward me, and I nuzzled the smooth skin on her cheek, then peppered it with countless kisses.

“You’re my favorite,” I whispered, then kissed her some more.

She giggled, the sound lightening the worst of the heaviness that settled into my chest. “You’re my favorite,” she replied, spinning in my arms so we were facing each other.

My lips dropped to the tip of her nose. With a soft sigh, she tilted up, and our mouths merged. Everything in the moment, spoken and not, fell away. All that was left was the emotion that always pulsed between us. The slightly rough quality to her tongue sent shivers down my spine as it dragged across mine. Sucking her lower lip between mine, I tugged the fullness deep into my mouth and curved my body more closely around hers.

Her fingers grappled with the front of my T-shirt, fisting the fabric tight. Releasing her lip, I went deep, diving into her mouth and stroking everything within reach with my tongue. She moved restlessly, so I pushed my thigh between her legs, the muscle rubbing at her center, and she shivered.

Rocking a little across my jeans, Amnesia ripped her mouth away from mine and kissed across my jaw and toward my ear. The sharp edge of her teeth scraped over the delicate flesh, and I groaned. Lifting my leg, her feet left the floor, and she was completely balanced on my thigh.

Her face dropped into my neck, her breathing turning into short gasps.

As I picked her up, her ass hit the counter where I usually bagged groceries. Instantly, her legs fell open, and I stepped between them and attacked her mouth again. I made out with her until my lungs felt ready to explode, and I was forced to pull back enough to get some air.

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