did I. Grew up alone. At least, in part.”
When she didn’t offer anything more, Dagan
prodded, “Tell me.”
Still she said nothing, only lay there, curled in his
embrace, breathing slowly.
“You said your mother left when you were five.”
“You remember that?” She gave an incredulous
laugh. “It’s weird.” She paused. “I didn’t remember
anything about the night she left for so long, except the
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face of the cop who sat with me in a room at the police
station and the fact that he fed me chocolate wafers.”
She shook her head. “I fucking hate chocolate. And
steak. Guess we associate certain memories with certain smells or tastes.”
“I like steak. Rare.”
“Of course you do.” She took a slow, deep breath,
then let it out. “You sure you want to hear this?” She
turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder,
and snuggled her ass invitingly against his cock.
Tempting. But he actuallydidwant to hear this. He
wanted to know everything about her.
“You said you didn’t remember for so long…but
now you do?”
“Flashes. A lot of them came to me while I was out
of it for the past few days. Guess a near-death experience brings your life into sharp focus.” Her fingers
stroked his skin from wrist to elbow, and back again,
then she dipped her head and let her tongue wander
along the swell of muscle at the side of his forearm.
“What else do you remember?”
