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"Should I not have called? I was trying to figure out who you were. Pet names as a contact name weren’t really the smartest thing that I've done."
She giggled. "And what does it have as my pet name, Raph?"
The pitch in her voice lowered substantially, creating a stir low in my gut. Who was this mystery woman?
"If you don't already know, then it's not meant for you to. It'll remain a mystery, just like you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. I do not know who I am talking to. That makes you Mystery Woman."
Her laugh was heady. Brilliant. And I knew it came from somewhere marvelous. It had to be. How else could you explain the effect on me?
"I'll play along. Do I get a cape?"
"I never said you were superhuman."
"You didn't say that I wasn't, either."
"I don't know if I like you in a cape."
"Well, since I'm a mystery, I don't know if it's your call."
"My Mystery Woman. Mine." I felt the possession radiating from somewhere deep in my soul. Something told me she was the one. Every time she spoke, my body relaxed. The playful banter made me want to pull her close. Her laugh made me curious about her thoughts. And the challenge in her tone made me want to push her to see how much of me she could handle. She enticed the man. My core. My entire reason for breathing. And this conversation had only been going on for the past few minutes. Was she always like this?
"Yours…" No hesitation. Something raw unfurled, twisted, and turned until it burned through my veins so intensely that it almost blinded me.
"What were you doing when I called?" I said to distract myself.
"Actually, making me breakfast. I had a craving for scrambled eggs, bacon, and jam. I don't have jam, so I had to settle for berries."
"How was it?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I haven't eaten yet."
"Because you were cooking when I called?"
Mystery Woman giggled. "That is exactly right."
"Don't let me be the reason."
"Eating on the phone is rude."
"Or not. Go eat. I don't want to prevent you from satisfying your craving."
"You're satisfying a different craving."
"How?"
"I've really missed you."
"I'm not positive, but I think I miss you, too."
"Why aren't you positive?" I wanted to fix the sadness that took hold of her voice. I didn't intend to make her sad.
"I… My memory. I can't remember things. The things that I remember seem different from what I recall. I do not know who you are yet. Though, I feel more talking to you than I have the whole time I've been conscious. Well, minus the pain."
"How bad does it hurt?"
