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She was so going to kill me when she got her memory back. Slowly. And painfully.
I would probably get turned on by it, but still.
I frowned as Oliver pushed the chair out for me.
“We normally do takeout, but Doctor Cohen recommended a healthy diet.”
“Well, I mean it. I am so lucky to love you. Speaking of, when was the last time I told you I love you?”
“You said the words right before the accident.” He added
“Compliments to the chef, who managed to make my fiancée sick before she even took a bite.”
Oliver rushed over to me, gathering my hair between expert fingers and pulling it up. “Get this food away from her,” he barked at his staff. “Are you okay, Cuddlebug? Is that the migraines?”
“Baby, this cow was grass-fed $500 organic bouquets. Let me assure you, this is the best steak you’ll ever eat.”
He winked, trying to lighten up the mood. “You never seemed to have a problem with my meat.”
“The truth is, you suffer from low vitamin D.”
“I know. My future wife. Not enough D. The irony is grotesque. But God has a way of making the cruelest jokes.”
“Yes, you’re a vegetarian, but your doctors noted your blood test results in the past. I thought now would be a good time to introduce you to some red meat. You need zinc, B12, fatty acids, calcium, iron. The works.”
“I know, it’s terrible of me, but I couldn’t run the chance of you fainting when you walk down the aisle. I want to lock this shit down ASAP.”
“Sweetheart, it is one of the least shocking things I’ve done in the last week,”
He choked on his wine. “Only for being criminally hot.”
You like it when I trace the letters with my fingertips, one at a time, while I eat you out. You like when I kiss it when I wake you up in the morning and lick you head to toe.
“I’m the one who should be sorry for not keeping you safe.”
Briar snatched up the candle and blew it out. “A man’s shadow is designed to hide a woman’s light. It seeks to contain what it cannot control.”
Her brain turned me on.
I wanted to fuck her mouth, knowing all the smart things t...
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“Make me cream my pants by simply existing? Sure.”
“Trust me, there is nothing I’d like to do more than…well, you. But we need to give you time to adjust. Before you lost your memory, we got into an argument. You were mad at me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“You have nothing to worry about. I adore you. I would never intentionally hurt you. We had a hiccup. I just want to wait until you regain your memory before we have sex. If, after you remember everything, you still want me in your bed, I promise to never leave.”
She looked like something out of a Pinterest board with her blush sequin minidress and her hair up in a Chanel ribbon.
“I wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world.”
“It’s fine.” I swiveled in my seat, readjusting the blue rose tucked behind her ear with a smile. “There is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.”
I wanted to kiss away her drunkenness, her pain, her distress. Wanted to drink it from her lips. To carry the burden of her heartache.
“Baby, I love you more than porn, pizza, and cold Belgian beer on an August afternoon, but if you don’t pad your stomach with carbs, you’re going to spend the night at the hospital for alcohol poisoning, and that is a lame way to celebrate eighteen years on this planet.”
“I’ll never vanish from your life.”
“If you vanish from my life, you take away the best parts with you. In fact, you take away the only parts I care to lose. You’re the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me, Oliver von Bismarck. If I lose you, I have nothing left.”
I barreled out of the bar along Rue de Rivoli, my girlfriend still flung over my shoulder.
You need some me in you.
“Compliments to the Smith machine. I never miss a leg day.”
“I think you should eat, drink a gallon of water, and take an eight-hour nap,”
I claimed the furthest seat in the corner and ordered everything on the menu. Soups, sandwiches, desserts, smoothies, and coffee. Plus, two bottles of sparkling water.
“Slow down now, Cuddlebug.” I stroked her hair
“The food isn’t running anywhere.”
“You have to release me, or I’ll come all over the ceiling.”
The second she freed me, I moved her over to her side and erected a Great Wall of Pillows between us to save, well, my erection.
“Maybe,” he dismissed, sliding the blanket back over my shoulders. “You’re still always cold, huh, Cuddlebug.”
Okay. As far as my memory served me, I’d always lived as a loner. I couldn’t believe these were my friends.
Instead, he dragged the chair over to me, squishing himself into the small gap between me and Zach.
He shrugged, snapping his fingers until the catering staff began dishing out food. Laksa risotto, kare kare pork shank, soft shell crab, and vegetarian tom yum pasta for me.
“Oliver.” “So tired.” I yawned, slurring my words, my back still to Briar. “We should sleep early.”
“You’re keeping something from me.” I am. Once a bastard, always a bastard.
“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“We’ve waited for so long,”
“I want this to mean something.”
It wasn’t the clichés I sought. It was the perfect moment. A moment in which our emotions didn’t burn so bright that we’d fucking explode at any second.
