Page 15 of Love Me Again

"Hi, Gorgeous girl." I smile when she hugs me and runs off toward a truck. I stand up and look at Shayla, who was watching me.

"What?" I ask, looking down at her, and she smiles a little.

"You called her Gorgeous girl." She states and I nod with a shrug. "That's what you call me." I frown, but before I had time to dwell on it, Shayla was pulling me through the crowd of people toward the cart Esme ran to.

"Princesa!" The beefy man inside the truck excitedly shouts when we walk over to the truck. "Hola Muchacho." He greets me. I blink and look at Shayla, who stood beaming at the man.

"Rico! Como estas, Guapo?" Shayla replies as he leans over, and they do a special handshake. I watch the two interact, and Shayla speaks to him in Spanish, and his face falls before he looks at me sullenly and back at Shayla, his hand on his mouth.

"I'mtrulysorry to hear what you've suffered, brother. I'll be praying for you to heal and get your memory back promptly." He tells me, holding out his hand, and I nod shaking it. "Maybe my Shayla special will helpjog your memory, huh Muchacho?" He grins at me, and I nod with a shrug and look at Shayla, confused, who giggles a little.

"Shayla special is a dish he prepares for me whenever I'm here. It's also your favourite." She explains, and I nod in understanding.

"I see," I utter and look around at the crowd of people everywhere. "So, you speak Spanish?" I ask, and she nods with a pretty smile. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Shayla chuckles and rubs her forehead. "Youhave no idea. So, anything seem familiar to you at all?" She questions, a little hopeful, but when I shake my head, she bites her lip and averts her gaze.

"Here you go, Guapa," Rico says, handing us the food. I reach for my wallet, and he shakes his head, waving it off. "Youtake good careof my girls, both of them." He tells me, gesturing to Shayla and the baby.

I nod and smile a little, "Of course." I tell him, and he winks at Shayla, and we start walking through the crowd of people again. I look at the food in my hand and sniff it. It actually smells quite nice. I eat a little and moan, closing my eyes at the explosion of flavours in my mouth. "Mm, wow. This is excellent. What is it?"

Shayla smiles, shaking her head, "It's paella." We eat our food, and she pulls me through to another cart. "So, I take it we're following the steps we did the first time we came here?" I ask, looking down at her, and she nods and looks at me. "Did I just stand around like a sapthe whole time?"

Shayla sighs and hands me a giant triangle pastry. "No, you did not. You were a lot happier last time. You couldn't keep your hands off me." She explains, dropping her gaze as we walk. "You would always find excuses to touch me, whether it was brushing your fingers through my hair or poking me or pinching my nose because you knew I hated it, and you got off on teasing and torturing me." I look over at her and bite my lip.

That sounds nothing like me.

"Shayla, I know this is all really hard on you. I wish I could remember something about us. I honestly do. I mean, it sounds like we had some great times together. But that Cole that you knew isn't me. I don't like public displays of affection. I get uncomfortable andclam up. It's not because I don't want to touch you and try and be close to you. I just..."

Shayla shakes her head, chewing her lip, "I get it, Cole, you're not the same man I fell in love with. He was passionate and didn't take himself so seriously. We had great chemistry, and we couldn't stay away from one another, like two magnets we'd constantly be drawn to each other." She explains with a heavy sigh while picking at her food. "I just don't understand how you can go from that Cole, who was affectionate and fiery, to this cold and frigid version. It's like you're two completely different people. It's just weird." She adds with a shrug as we walk over to a crowd of people dancing. Did she just refer to me as a robot?

I shake my head and open my mouth to say something, but a tall brunette suddenly pops up, takes her hand, and pulls her to the crowd of people dancing.

What the fuck?

Shayla laughs as he spins her around, and they start to dance together. I watch as she sways her hips to the rhythm of the song, and he holds her hips drawing her closer against him. I fist my hands at my side and clench my jaw tight as I watch them singing to one another and dancing passionately. Their foreheads pressed together, smiling, arms wrapped around one another.

Hell no.

I don't know what came over me, but I felt my gut clench tight, and I found myself walking through the crowd toward them. I curl my fingers around Shayla's wrist and yank her to me. I glare at the guy firmly, and he nods once, holding his hands up, and scampers off. I look down into her face, and Shayla looks up into my eyes, her lips parted, softly panting. We stand there, staring at one another. My eyes drift down to her soft lips before they meet her eyes again, and I suddenly have the most overwhelming urge to kiss her.

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