“When I’m with you I forget,” he states, shocking me.

“Forget?” questions flow into my mind and I know I shouldn’t press, since he makes me forget too.

I’m compelled to encourage the questions but mostly, I want to forget too.

“I forget life.”

“I forget too,” I whisper.

He takes off his jacket and I gasp when I see blood all over the right side of his shirt. No wonder he kept his clothes on.

“What happened to you Nick!” I gasp. I move to him and he catches me, holding me away from touching his shirt.

He shakes his head and I see something I’ve seen before in his eyes. It’s a solemn expression of warning. “Don’t, don’t do it doll. Don’t feel for me Angel.”

I gaze into his eyes and take in the expression. I take in the warning that should fend me away. Instead of being scared, I smooth my hand up to cup his face.

“Too late,” I confess breathlessly.

He looks at me like he equally wishes I hadn’t said that, but like he wants it. Then he winces and presses his head to mine for a few seconds.

Just seconds of the tenderness that almost seems wilder than the wild sex we just had.

He moves back and puts his jacket around me to cover my nakedness. It swamps me but it does the job.

He stands first and puts his hand out for me to take.

I do.