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Tell him I loved him. That I still love him. That I will always love him. Trust me, wherever the old me is, I’m dancing through our memories, reliving every one over and over.
But he deserves more than a girl with no memory of him. He deserves someone whole and I’m not anymore.
I hate to say it, but we don’t get to have a happy ending, because he was it, but giving him the freedom to move on, that’s enough. I love him enough for that to be okay.
Goodbye, Archer x
I folded the letter slowly, placing it back on the table, looking up at Nee, realizing that both of us were crying.
“What did you do, Nee?”
Ionee
Ishouldhavetoldhim to leave. Done what the letter said and let him go. Watched him walk back out of my life and find someone else. I knew my memories weren’t coming back. That part of my brain was damaged beyond repair. I knew my tumor might come back. I knew all the things I should have been doing.
But instead, my arms opened as if my body was trying to tell me that, while my brain might not remember my past, part of me did. Archer didn’t even hesitate, wrapping himself around me.
It didn’t feel weird hugging this stranger. In fact, for the first time, since I'd woken up in that hospital bed after my operation, I felt like I was exactly where I belonged.
And when my body began to protest from the weird angle we were sitting in, I didn’t even think twice as I straddled his thighs, pressing my face into his neck, letting his familiar scent soothe me.
His hands stroked up and down my spine, until my body hummed. His cock thickened between us and I welcomed the intimacy of it, while his mouth whispered things I wasn’t ready to hear, but my heart was listening to every word.
I wasn’t sure if I’d believed in soul mates before today, but right now it felt like mine was sitting here with me, and all I could think was whether I’d almost lost him forever.
Chapter 28
Archer
Wesatlikethatfor hours, neither of us making any attempt to move. The sun began to set in the sky and the temperature from the open doors dropped.
“What now?” she finally whispered.
“Now, we close the doors before I freeze.”
“It seems a shame to move.”
I pushed up from the sofa, wrapping my arms under her thighs, carrying her with me to the doors, closing them both before moving to the fridge. “Drink and medication. Don’t think I didn’t notice that alarm on your watch buzz.”
“They’re in my bag,” she pointed to where it hung on the back of the dining chair. I went to move, but she wiggled out of my arms with a sigh. “I’ll do it.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I asked, noticing the emotion dancing behind her eyes.
“That my body seems to remember you… and yours—” She looked down at the erection still obviously tenting my shorts. “Yours seems to remember me, too.”
I laughed quietly. “Ah yes, if you’d written about us in your memory book, you would have seen that I have no control over my erections around you. It was a thing when we first met… well, actually, it was always a thing with you. But that’s not all you were thinking. Am I right?”
“I hate you seeing me like this.” She held up the tablets.
“Like what? Sick?”
“Weak.”
I moved to the cabinet and took out a glass, filling it with water before handing it to her. “You, Ionee Miller, are anything but weak. You’re a warrior. Do you hear me?”
She took the glass, swallowing down her medication before placing the glass back on the counter.
“And, well, it would be so easy to pretend I’m who I used to be. But I’m not, Archer. I don’t remember anything about you. Not the feel of your lips or which side of the bed you sleep on or your favorite TV show or color or food. What we had is gone.” The last sentence was a punch to the gut, and I physically recoiled as it hit. “I guess that’s why I went to such extreme lengths to hide from you. Because you remember what we were and I don’t. I can’t be that person for you anymore. I’m not the Ionee you fell in love with.”
