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Chapter Twelve

Lilith

My husband was a trooper.

Soaking wet, we walked together back to the headquarters. It was the only place to go right now that had what we needed: a medical facility that wouldn’t ask questions, and a safe space for Leon to stay. I would offer up my home, but I doubt he would be up for that. I still had to break down his walls he had up against me before sleepovers at my place.

Phillip was waiting for us with a stack of dry clothes. The water had been a bit chilly since it was almost the beginning of winter here, so those bags were super appreciated.

“We’ve got to get the bullet out,” I told Phillip, and he led us to the medical room I knew they had. With all the work they were doing, how could they not? He set the bags in the room and left, closing the door behind him, showing not one bit concerned for Leon.  He probably knew I was very capable of taking care of this.

“Sit.” Leon did as I said, not fighting me one bit.

I grabbed what I needed and looked him in the eyes.

“Sorry, baby, this isn’t going to be anything like sliding into a wet pussy. It’s going to hurt like hell.”  I felt bad he was going to be in pain, but it had to come out. He nodded and clenched his jaw in preparation.

I used the tongs and went into his skin. It was maybe a few seconds before I had what I needed.

The ting of the bullet hitting the metal pan let him know it was over. He didn’t even flinch. The cut on his face from hitting the railing would heal over time, nothing I could do about that.

I went about giving him a few stitches then wrapping it up as best as I could.

His eyes were on my face, and I felt his mind moving a mile a minute in there.

“Thinking mighty hard over there, aren’t you?” I turned and moved to the bag. Dry clothes sounded really good right now.

There was a set of men’s clothing, obviously for him, and a smaller pair of sweatpants and a shirt meant for me. There were also two towels inside as well. Easy enough.

My hands went to my shirt, and I lifted it up and over, dropping it to the floor with a loud plop.

“What made you want to marry me?” he asked on a heavy breath. Either the pain or my body was wrecking his brain a little. I didn’t turn around to answer him; instead I pushed down my skinny jeans and began toweling off.

I finished my task and grabbed his towel before finally shifting in his direction.  His eyes were not on my body but locked onto my face and my eyes.

“Here.” I handed him the towel to dry, and went back to the bag to get dressed. He liked my body, everyone did, and even though he didn’t remember it, he was still more enamored by the actual me than my physical form.

“I saw you.  I saw past the anger and resentment of the cards you were given and chose you from the deck. You are special, Leon, and I knew I wanted to lose myself in you.” I answered him honestly; maybe it would help jog his memories some.

My words resonated somewhere inside him—I could see it. But pure recognition never occurred. Our night together was still lost to him.

I waited to see if he was going to run, or fight against me like he’d been.

Instead, he began undressing before me. My eyes were glued to his body that I’d never gotten a good look at. Good Lord, was he magnificent—his muscles moved and flexed as he peeled off his wet clothes. His body was certainly godlike. My mouth ached to smother his skin with my lips.

It wasn’t until he lost his boxers that my brain short-wired. I’d seen plenty of men in my day, and majority of them didn’t do much for me, but Leon…he made my insides weep for his touch. I needed him like I needed to dance.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember us.” He finished drying off and walked over to the bag to grab his clothes. His body was so close I could feel his heat caressing me.  I wanted so badly to jump on him, like a hungry monkey finding a banana. A very sexy, long, and oh-so-thick banana.

“I’m all for reminding you, any time you want.” I was staring at his cock with hungry eyes, right up to the moment he pulled some sweatpants up his legs, covering himself from my gaze.

“I think a do-over would be good.” His words confused me. A do-over? He must have guessed what I was thinking because he answered my internal questions.

“I can’t promise you anything. I still don’t think I am meant to be with anyone. But it doesn’t look like I will be able to run from anything anymore, including you. So might as well start over.” He looked at me, and that complete sincerity I saw in him when we met was shining through. He was done running. Still didn’t wanna be married to me, as far as he could remember, but he was willing to talk to me, and not hide out until his time was up. This I could work with.

“Hiya, I’m Lilith Sage. Dancer, lover of music, and retired spy goddess divine. I recently got married, but the guy didn’t remember me. So I’m going to keep on trying till he lets me in his sweatpants.” I winked at the end of my little introduction.