Fifty-Four

Ryan's POV

I tried to apologize to her, but I don't know what happened to me that made me forget what I was saying.

But amidst this gathering, the mixture of scents and baking, I can only focus on her.

Her scent. Her eyes. Her nose. Her rosy lips.

And I kissed her, with my lips. That's wrong, but it still feels right.

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Sally's POV

A few weeks have passed since the barbecue. I honestly have to admit that I don't remember half the things that happened at the gathering because the only thing I remember is Darius and I arriving at the location, meeting Allen, fighting Ryan, bumping into Athena, and it's done.

I don't even remember that I left Darius at the barbecue. I'm not sure who drove him home, but he returned just in time before my grandparents returned from France.

I think I may have partial amnesia because God knows what happened to me on the way home or whether the amnesia happened in my own house. I'm really confused.

Darius asked me why I left the gatheri