“I kinda like it.” She whispered hesitatingly.
“Yeah?”
Yes, but don’t let it get to your head,she replied through the mind-link, rolling her eyes.
“Now, let’s go home. I want to sleep.” As much as I would have preferred to just talk to her all night long, I knew I had to take this at her pace.
“Sure thing.”
I moved back on the bike, tossing my pot in the trash can and flipping my leg over before I motioned for her to get on in front of me.
“A little keen to have your arms around me?” She replied, and I smirked. She may have forgotten most of her memories, but she hadn’t lost that spark.
“No. I rather have you bouncing on my dick if we’re being honest.”
And that is how it’s played.
She blushed, and I motioned for her to get on. It felt good to have her in front of me. I inhaled her scent before revving the engine and driving towards home.
“Alejandro…”
“Yeah?”
She leaned back, but I could sense her unease. She may know certain things, like mind-linking, but she didn’t know how to block her emotions off, and I was not about to point that shit out, either.
“I had a dream.”
“A dream?” I asked, the wind rushing through my hair as I looked ahead, frowning deeply. Did she mean today? Is that why she panicked, and I had to give her a slight slap to wake her?
“Tonight… I was in a castle. It was dark, but I knew it was some sort of stone castle, and someone called me. He said, ‘My Queen’. I asked who was there, and he replied, ‘Your King’, but it wasn’t you. It didn’t sound like you.”
My heart rate quickened, and a thought crossed my mind, was that fucker somehow getting into her head?
“Anything else?”
“He said he’ll find me and not to trust anyone… and I know that I can’t get my head around everything, but I can’t deny that we have a connection.” As much as that made me smirk cockily, now was not the fucking time. This was not fucking good.
“I won’t lie to you. No matter how fucking hard this shit is, I won’t. Don’t trust him. It’s probably the one responsible for your memory loss.”
“I thought that too. It made me doubtful… but after what Dad and you both told me about this Crimson King… I didn’t want to just stay quiet about it.”
“Smart move. We can’t trust him, and from what I know, to break this curse on Dante and Delsanra, we need to find him.”
“How can I help?” She asked, her voice full of sadness and concern.
“Just take care of yourself, and if anything else weird happens, make sure to tell me.”
“I will… I promise.”
“I’m liking that one ice cream bought your trust pretty fast, huh,” I teased, nudging her shoulders. She smiled slightly, glancing up at me.
“Don’t get too cocky. It was not the ice cream.”
“Then what was it? My fucking charm?”
“As much as I find you rather… appealing, no. It was your honesty,” she said. “Thank you for not treating me like something fragile or broken.”
“You’ve never been fucking fragile or broken. Trust me, I know.” I winked at her, and she turned away, her eyes wide and her heart thudding.
