Page 9 of Remember, Love

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Logan

She jumps up and away from me like she’s been burned. Hell. That’s not okay. Her touch, her kisses, they were a heaven I never want to leave.

“You don’t know who I am?” Her eyes are wide and the tears she was holding back start to leak out.

I step forward and grab her hand. “I know you’re my angel.”

“What does that mean?”

I pull her creased and worn picture from my pocket. “This.”

She looks at the picture and nods, “You took that picture. The day you proposed. Before you left the last time.”

My world shudders, an explosion of all I know. Those bastards in the jungle took more than five years. They took my memories of her. “I…” I swallow, not sure what to say. “I’d like to kill the man I was. For leaving you. But he gave me you, too. And you led me back to the light.”

She pulls me toward the house. A determined look on her face. “You have amnesia?”

“It’s called generalized dissociative amnesia.” I’m not going to go into all the neurology speak and testing from the VA. “I lost a lot of who I was, to protect what was left. I was trying to keep something for the future.” I swallow. That’s more than I’ve told anyone yet.

She steps through the threshold of the house and closes the door behind us. “Come on.” She leads me to a small bedroom, with a bed and sheer curtain blowing in the wind. I stutter to a stop. It’s the bedroom from the picture. I suck in a sharp breath. This room was my dream for so long, and I’m finally here again. I sink to the carpeted floor.

“Angel, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” I hold her hands in mine and rest my head against her soft abdomen.

“I’m Bethany,” she whispers. “You called me Beth.”

I drink in her name, let it flow over. Beth. My Beth.

“I guess you don’t remember,” she starts in a serious tone, “but I’m a pain in the ass. And stubborn. And when I want something, I never give up.”

I chuff a short laugh. She sinks down and sits cross legged on the floor next to me.

“Did they say your memory would come back?”

I shrug. “They don’t know. The doctors said minds are unusual things. They don’t know a lot about the hows or whys of amnesia.”

“But it could come back?”

I don’t want to get her hopes up, but there’s a stubborn look coming over her face.

“It could.” I shrug. “But even if it doesn’t.” I grasp her by her hips and pull her onto my lap, set her over my hard length, “I’m never letting you go.”

She gasps and her eyes light up.

I run my hands over her, desperate to be inside her slick folds. The shock is wearing off, the darkness is rising in me. It wants to stake its claim on the stars. The darkness melding with the light.

I lean her back onto the carpet and cage her beneath me. “I stared at your picture for five fucking years. Your angel face. It doesn’t matter if I don’t remember. I claim you. You’re the other half of my soul, memories or no memories, that’s a fucking fact.”

“Good,” she says, her glare is fierce on my face. “Now tell me what happened. Why did I go to your funeral? Why did I spend five years mourning you? Why did I think you were dead.” She pushes me off her and I roll to the side. Her legs straddle my hips and she sits on top of me. My cock pulses. Damn, my angel has teeth.

I tell her what I can. Which isn’t much. But it’s enough. Even with my sketchy details of the cave, the torture, the years of solitude, I can see she’s aching for me. That, more than the memories, makes it hurt.

“Don’t cry, I’m here now.”

“I want to give you your memories back,” she hiccups.

“We’ll make new ones.”

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