Page 35 of With Love

Marshall

I just finished showering and getting dressed for the day and I realize that the house is still empty. While the three of them are outside, I decide to use that time to revisit the box in my closet. I want to get some items together to show Adrienne. I don’t want to start with wedding items. I want to show her our history together as it happened. I think that may help. The little blips of memories that she has been having here and there are really good indicators that she can break free of whatever it is that’s holding her mind hostage.

“What’s that?” I hear from the doorway.

I look up and see Lucy standing there.

“Just some old pictures of Adrienne. Some of her and her family. Some of us. I wanted to show her to try and help her remember her past. She had a flashback a couple weeks ago, when I showed her to her new room. It was from the day that we met. I’m wondering if this will spark something inside.”

“That’s a really good idea. I think that she has the ability to remember, she just needs help chipping away at what caused her to forget in the first place. It’s called psychogenic amnesia. Lock drugged her and because of that she is blocked. Showing her these things can help remove it.”

“Thanks, Lucy. I appreciate it. Did you need anything? I thought you were on a walk with them.”

“Oh, I’m going to meet them out there in just a minute. It’s just… never mind.”

“What is it? You can tell me,” I encourage her.

“It’s just. I know that I don’t know him, but Owen seems really… weird. I don’t know how to describe it. Something seems off with him. Am I crazy?”

“No, you’re not. I don’t trust him at all. We need to keep a close eye on him, so let me know if you see or hear anything alarming.”

“You got it,” she says before walking downstairs.

Turning my attention back to the box, I pull out a stack of photo albums and start looking through them. The earliest pictures that we have are of the time that we spent at her apartment shortly following when we first met. Those early days of our relationship are some of my absolute favorites. Sifting through the box, my hand lands on the first picture that we ever took together. It was from the morning after our first date. We made love the night before, but what followed the next morning was nothing short of carnal lust. I remember it just like it was yesterday.

I haven’t slept so well in a long time. When I got here last night, all I was hoping for was dinner. I never imagined that I would be waking up in bed next to the most amazing person that I’ve ever met.

Adrienne is currently draped over my upper body. Her cheek on my chest, her hand hanging over my side. I can feel her leg curled up near my knee. I want to try and capture this moment before she wakes up and realizes that this was a mistake. That she is way too good for a schmuck like me.

I reach toward the bedside table, trying to grab my cell phone without waking her. Positioning the phone in my hand high above us, trying to get both of us in the frame, I notice that most of her hair is cascading down her back. But there is one sliver of hair, just enough to cover her nipple and much of her breast from my view. To me this is sexier than if it were out in the open, exposed. There is something so intriguing about leaving a little bit to the imagination. I click the button capturing the image. The shutter click surprises me, as I thought my sound was off, and I drop my phone. Right on her head. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. You would have thought that in all of my 35 years there would have been a time that I felt more embarrassment than I do right now, but you’d be wrong.

“Ouch, what the hell?” Adrienne lifts her head and rubs the spot that was attacked by my phone. She locates the device and picks it up, staring me in the face.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, barely holding in my laughter. I’m trying so hard to look apologetic, but her angry face is too adorable to handle seriously. “You were laying there so peacefully, I wanted to take a picture in the event that you woke up, realized that this was big mistake, and kicked me out.”

She dips her head and realizes that she is naked. Shock is written across her face when she looks back up at me.

“I couldn’t see anything. You were completely covered, scouts honor.”

She rolls her eyes at me, a fake grimace shows on her face.

“Well, can I at least see the picture?”

Smiling, I hand my phone over to her.

“Well, at least it’s a good picture,” she pauses. “Here, let’s take another one where we’re both looking.”

She lays back across my body and hikes her leg further up my own. The top of her knee grazes my balls slightly and my eyes roll back into my head a little bit. I try to keep this to myself, unfortunately she sees it in the screen looking back at us. The smirk on her face and the way she cocks her eyebrow at me has my dick at full attention. She grabs it with her hand at the same second that I click the button to take the picture.

I drop the phone again, this time onto the floor, before rolling her over and pinning her beneath me.

“Just like last night, if you want me to stop, tell me now.”

“I want you to stop.”

I move off of her and fling my legs over the side of her bed. If she wants me to stop then I need to get far away from her now. I don’t know if I have the amount of control necessary to keep away from her. Just as I get ready to stand up, I feel her body close around mine from behind me. She takes my chin in one hand, gently turning my face toward hers. Her lips touch mine as she snakes her other hand down my chest. Her fingers graze softly over my nipple as I let out a quiet moan.

She moves around so she is in front of me and she kneels down.

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