I smile and bite my lip. I tilt my head back and look up at him with a mischievous smile.
"Was that a demand or a request."
Cole's eyes narrow a little before he smirks, "I'm happy with either as long as you're dancing with me." He drawls while I smile up at him. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Shayla. Yours?" I ask, and he looks into my eyes and grins, showing his dimples exactly the way he did that night.My heart starts to beat like crazy in my chest.
"Cole." He replies with a lick of his lips, eyes narrowing a little as he studies my face. "How about I take you out to dinner this week?"
I turn to face him and shake my head. "Dinner? No." Cole frowns a little, and I chuckle. "I don't do dinners. I'm all about adventures. I prefer doing something more fun where we can interact and get to know each other more rather than sit around in a restaurant making small talk." I explain, and Cole nods in understanding.
"Such as?"
I shrug a
Later that night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I felt a little glimmer of hope that he was starting to remember. Maybe that means his memory is gradually coming back.It was past three in the morning when I finally dozed off, only to jump awake when I heard a strangled cry from the room next door. I push the covers off and rush out of the bedroom to Cole's room next door.I hurry into the bedroom and turn the lamp on beside his bed. Cole's eyes were squeezed shut, and he was vigorously shaking his head, whispering 'No' again and again. He's having a nightmare. I crawl up on the bed beside him and touch his face, pearls of cold sweat rolling down his face."Cole. Hey, it's okay, baby, wake up," I say, shaking him a little. "Cole." I jump when he suddenly shoots up with a gasp, panting, trying to catch his breath. His eyes dart around the room, disoriented. "You're okay. It's just a nightmare, baby. You're safe," I whisper soothingly, cupping his face with my ha
"Six weeks and eight adays since my accident. I still haven't got my memory back."Dr Bennet observes me and takes his glasses off. "Cole, I understand your frustration, son, but brain trauma isn't like any other physical illness or a broken bone. We can't just bring all your memories back with an operation. The brain is the most complex organ we possess, and it's very unpredictable. I am confident your memory will come back in time. The question is, do you want your memory to come back?"I stare at Dr Bennet blankly for a couple of seconds. What kind of question is that? "Of course I do. I'm missing a huge chunk of my life. One day, I woke up with a wife and a baby on the way four years in the future. In a life that is unfamiliar to me. I've also been having some bizarre dreams lately.""How so?"I frown and shrug, "I don't know. It's all a jumbled mess in my head. Some nights it's Sophie, and other nights it's Shayla. I don't know if it's a memory or a drea
"So, you don't remember anything at all? Marrying Shayla, us getting back together?" She questions before taking a sip of her water as we eat our starters."Nope, the last thing I remember was being in a relationship with you. You remember that yacht party we went to, and we sneaked into the owner's bedroom and had sex in his bed?" I say, and she laughs."Of course, we almost got caught. That was like two months into our relationship. We couldn't get enough of one another." She expresses, smiling. Nodding, reaching over, I take her hand in mine and brush my thumb over her knuckles.“That’s one of the last memories I have before I woke up in a hospital to a life I don't even know, to a version of myself I don't even recognise," I explain, playing with her fingers."What about Shayla? Are you still with her? I did hear she was pregnant?" Sophie questions glancing down at our hands before she lifts her eyes to mine.I sigh and bite my lip. "She's supposed
I had this dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach the whole drive back to the house. I couldn't tell if it was guilt or what. I kept wondering if I should tell Shayla that I ran into Sophie or if I should let it be.It's our date tonight, and I don't want to ruin that for us. I walk into the house, and my eyes search for Shayla. Sure enough, she pops her head out of the kitchen, grinning with what I'm hoping is chocolate smeared over her cheek and forehead. "Please, tell me that’s chocolate on your face." I chuckle as I walk toward the kitchen.Shayla throws her head back and laughs. "I have a little over three months before you come home to me covered in shit, so you're safe for now, stud." She tells me with a grin and sucks the chocolate off her fingers with a satisfied moan.I laugh and toss my keys on the side. "What are you doing?" I question, leaning on the island and watch her stirring melted chocolate in a saucepan on the stove."I'm making tho
After I come out of the shower, wrapping a towel lowly around my waist, I see Shayla walk into the bedroom. She stops when she sees me in just a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. Her eyes slowly skim over my wet torso, her head tilted to the side, a dreamy look in her eyes. I smirk and brush my fingers through my hair, deliberately flexing my muscles, and she bites her bottom lip.I stroll over to her, and Shayla blinks, snapping out of her stupor, looking at me when I hold her chin, tilting her head back a little to gaze deeply into her eyes. "Like what you see, sweetheart?" I drawl huskily. Shayla licks her lips, clearing her throat."I mean..." She breathes, swallowing hard. "It's not a bad sight to walk into."I smirk and lean in closer till our noses were touching. "Is that right?" I whisper, brushing the back of my fingers along her jaw. "You're not a bad sight yourself," I tell her, ghosting my lips over hers, and she sighs. Then, just as I'm about to ki
If someone told me a year ago that I'd be living the life that I am now, I would have laughed in their faces.Had they said to me that I would fall out of my mind in love with a man, who would lose his memory a couple of months into our blissfully happy marriage, and forget I ever existed, I would have told them to have their head checked.Alas, that is my reality. I have to get my husband—who was already crazy about me— to fall back in love with me all over again, or at least make him remember that he did love me not too long ago.So, here I am, kissing said husband who seems to have forgotten me but is kissing me like he's never stopped.Completely in sync like we've always been. How can Cole say he doesn't remember me when he's kissing me with that same affection? The same urgency and need as he ever did.He's even doing that slow teasing lick on my tongue that he knows makes me mewl softly into his mouth.How does he know to do that if h
"Home." I finish for him, and he looks at me for a drawn-out moment and finally nods."Home," Cole repeats, staring into my eyes. "I'm starting to see why I was so fascinated with you." He declares as I rest my head in my hand and observe him."You are?"Cole nods, mimicking my action, and rests his head in his right hand while his left plays with my fingers. "I've never met anyone like you." I smile, holding his gaze. "I've said that to you before, haven't I?" He adds, his eyes narrowed, and I laugh a little, my cheeks aflame."Yes, many times. You said that the very first night we met." I answer, chewing on my lip. I drop my gaze from him to our hands, resting on top of the table."You're unquestionably different from the girls I'm used to being around. You're very kind, and you have this warmth about you." He explains, reaching up and brushing his fingers along my jaw. "I can't put into words what it does to me."I close my eyes, "Like th
As I had suspected, the following morning, we were both exhausted after only having three hours of sleep. I think I dozed off at my desk twice, unable to keep my eyes open.Cole wasn't much better. Of course, he could drink coffee--so he was at least getting some aid to stay up, whereas I didn't have anything but some caffeine-free tea, which makes my stomach turn at the mere thought of it.I don't know how we managed to get through the day, but we did.On Friday night, we had Josh and Aimee over for dinner. I hadn't seen the girls in over a week, and I missed them terribly, but Jo was away with Sam meeting her parents."So, how are things between the two of you?" Aimee asks as we prepare the table for dinner. I smile and glance over at Cole, who was in the living room, watching a football match with Josh."We're getting there, I think. Our date was incredible...we felt like us again. Albeit, it's very hit-and-miss with him at the moment. One day he's all