The clock on the bedside table is still powerless, but enough gray light pours in through the window that I know the sun has risen. I’m on my stomach, with my head facing the dresser, and Will's arm is thrown over my back. I can feel his warm breath on my neck and his forehead is pressed up against the back of my head. I don't dare move, for fear of waking him up, and I close my eyes with a smile. I can't even think up words to describe last night. Our relationship shifted the moment we said 'I love you' and now it’s as though we are trying to fit a lifetime of love into the short time we may have. After sharing last night with Will, and being with him in an intimate way, I've decided to give in to the risk of hoping. Hoping that when my memories do return completely, that I’m just a girl that is looking for a new start. If so, I've already found it. I realize that Will's even breathing has stopped just as his fingers start to curve around my stomach. Soon he is trailing kisses along my shoulder and down to my neck.
What do You think about Forget Me (Hampton Harbor)?
