Page 23 of Love Me Again

If someone toldme a year ago that I'd be living the life that I am now, I would have laughed in their faces.

Had they said to me that I would fall out of my mind in love with a man, who would lose his memory a couple of months into our blissfully happy marriage, and forget I ever existed, I would have told them to have their head checked.

Alas, that is my reality. I have to get my husband—who was already crazy about me— to fall back in love with me all over again, or at least make him remember that he did love me not too long ago.

So, here I am, kissing said husband who seems to have forgotten me but is kissing me like he's never stopped.

Completely in sync like we've always been. How can Cole say he doesn't remember me when he's kissing me with that same affection? The same urgency and need as he ever did.

He's even doing that slow teasing lick on my tongue that he knows makes me mewl softly into his mouth.

How does he know to do that if he doesn't remember any of it? Could it just be a habit, or was that something he did with all the girls he kissed?

I just don't understand.

"Mm, Cole, maybe we should stop," I suggest while he kisses down my throat.

Thosenimblefingers were slowly inching under my shirt, drawing lazy circles around my nipples, over the thin material of my bra, causing them to perk up and tighten under his touch. "People can see us," I murmur when he nips at my ear.

"Let them." He groans languidly, his velvet tongue hot on my neck. I force myself to pull away from him, and he opens his eyes and looks at me with a sexy smirk.

"Uh-huh, then we end up in the tabloids. I can imagine the headline now—Tristan and wife Shayla get frisky in public." I drawl, and Cole chuckles, biting his lip, his emerald gaze on mine.

"How about I take you home, and we continue getting frisky there?" He suggests with a cocky grin, and I laugh.

"You expect me to put out on the first date? That only happens once, Lord Hoult." I state impishly, and Cole shifts in his seat and leans in close to my face.

"But we're married."

"That's just a word, Cole," I say, looking into his eyes. "Unless it's backed up with emotions, it holds no meaning," I tell him earnestly, and Cole looks over my face before he nods.

"I suppose you're right." He agrees, sitting back in his seat and rubbing his palms over his jean-clad thighs. "Shall we head back home?" He starts the car fumbling to turn on the air-con to clear up the windows that got all steamed up amidst our heated make-out session.

"It's only midnight. Are you up for some late-night hot chocolate?" I suggest, and he looks at me with a smile and nods.

"Sure. Got someplace in mind, I take it?" I nod enthusiastically and lean over, putting the address in his satellite navigation.

Let's go, stud." I grin at him, and Cole smiles before we drive away from the outdoor cinema. We drive to the café in silence, just the music playing from my playlist. I stare out of the window pensively while rubbing my stomach when the baby kicks restlessly.

"You okay?" I look over at Cole and nod with a smile.

"Yeah, she's kicking like crazy," I tell him, and he looks at my stomach before he looks at the road again. He always gets so awkward whenever I mention the baby. I stifle the wince when I feel a pinch in my heart. My Cole would have reached over and caressed my stomach and spoke to our baby to soothe her.

I wonder if that Cole will ever come back entirely.

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A little while later,we pull up outside the café in Islington. The girls and I would come to this café to drink hot chocolate during winter and eat waffles. They have the finest waffles in the city.

Cole holds the door open for me and smiles as I walk into the café. The smell of the freshly cooked waffles and coffee makes my mouth water instantly. Inoticean empty booth in the back and take Cole's hand, pulling him to it. The café had a very vintage look to it, almost like you're sitting in your living room.

There was a bookshelf full of books at the back, a huge fireplace, comfortable sofas, and floor pillows. I adore it here. There were groups of friends, couples, and families around, which gave it a very homely ambiance. "Well, this is different," Cole utters, glancing around.

"Shayla, hi." I look up at Chloe, one of the owners. "It's been a while since you've been in here. Welcome back." She greets, smiling at me warmly.

"Hi Chlo, it's been too long. This is Cole, my husband. Honey, this is Chloe. She's one of the owners of this café." I introduce. Cole smiles, and they shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, Chloe, nice place you've got here. Very cosy." He tells her politely, and Chloe looks around with a delighted smile.

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