Pieces of You (Missing Pieces, #1)

by N.R. Walker

“Calm,” he said. “What? Calm, what?” “The word I couldn’t say,” he replied. “Before. I lost the word. Calm, that’s it.” “What’s calm?” I couldn’t remember . . . “You. Me. You make me feel calm. I trust you. I dunno why. But I’m calm when you’re here.” I had to swallow the lump in my throat. “Thank you.”

“Who’s your team?” “Bulldogs.” He stared blankly at me. “Do you not remember them?” I asked because that was well outside of the last five years. The Bulldogs had been around forever. “Yeah, of course,” he said. “I just thought you were a decent guy, and now you tell me you’re a Bulldog supporter? I thought I had better taste in men. What the hell happened to me in the last five years.”

“Game of Thrones. A TV show we watched every week, religiously. We have it on Netflix so we can have date night marathons, if you want?”

This killed me a little. Netflix????

“We’ll get back to that. You fell in love with me once, what’s to say you can’t love me twice?”

I don’t know you the same as you know me, but my heart does. This is the only memory I can feel.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “My heart remembers you.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into me, letting himself be held. And even though we’d kissed thousands of times, this was our first. Our very first kiss all over again.

He was my wings dream, what my heart yearned for. What my heart was trying to show me.