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“Why not?”
“Too hood.”
Christ. Ross wiped sweat off the back of his neck. “Okay, Angel. You hear your name, you feel attracted to me. But you realize that it’s not you. It’s someone else.”
Behind her closed eyelids her eyes moved back and forth. Her soft lips parted.
Ross said, “Somebody told you to want that.”
She nodded slowly.
“Somebody told you to stay here and offer yourself to me.”
“Yeah,” Angel said. “Uncle Manny.”
“Let’s start there,” said Ross…
Angel cameout of the trance slowly. The first thing she saw was Ross. He looked tensely down at her, his hands clenched into fists. The hypnosis had been a peaceful experience. He was slow and patient, getting her to relax with his words. But now she saw the strain it had taken on him.
“How do you feel?” Ross asked.
“Normal.”
He watched her closely. “Do you remember…anything?”
“No,” she said.
“Angel,” he said.
She froze.
“It worked!” they both exclaimed a moment later. Ross put his face in his hands, laughing with relief.
“I can’t believe it worked! You hypnotized me!” Angel said, stunned.
“By God! Fucking Manny— I’ll kill him…Thank God.”
Ross’s happiness was all well and good, but it didn’t take long for Angel to feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff with the rocks coming out under her feet.
At least I had a good excuse to touch him before..
Without sex she lost some value to him, and right now she had to take what value she could get. It was the grim reality. Besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t see it for Ross. He was fine as hell and he had skills in the bedroom she had only got a tiny little taste of.
“I guess I still don’t have my memories,” she told him.
“It’s alright,” he said quickly. “We’ve done enough for now.”
So she still didn’t remember her past. Was that such a bad thing? Gut feeling told her those memories were not good ones. She’d come from a bad place. Maybe L.A, like Ross said. Maybe not. Regardless, she wasn’t in a hurry to find out.
She thought about the beautiful garden with the pond full of orange fish. She thought about the cherry tree and the fountain, and the bathroom with the automatic lights. And Ross, who kept staring at her like chocolate dipped in honey.
Angel looked around at the comfortable, spacious living room and knew deep down that going back would be a change for the worse. She looked at Ross, who looked away trying to front like he hadn’t been studying her face. Her heart sped up a little and did not slow down.
“Christ, I’m hungry,” Ross yawned, ruffling his hair. Then he stopped and looked ashamed of himself. “I should have left you some food before I ran out this morning. I do apologize…Angel.”
They both breathed easier when he said the name again with no reaction from her. She told Ross it was fine. That had been the worst part of being locked in the guest room, though. She had a flash of a distant memory, begging somebody for something to eat through a closed door.
Ross said, “The delivery’s on its way but you can help yourself to anything in the fridge.”
