She laughs. “While living at Chuck and Dawn’s and being a paramedic?”
“Fine. I’ll move in here. I’ll sleep in the office for now if that’ll make it easier.”
Surprise crosses her face. I just can’t tell if it’s good surprise or bad surprise. “You want to stay here?”
“Yeah. Like you said, we’re not going to figure anything out if we’re not around each other.”
“We?”She scoffs. “I’m not the one who needs to figure things out, Trevor.”
“That’s bullshit and we both know it. You need to figure your shit out just as much as I do, Ava. What if I don’t get my memory back?” I motion to myself. “Isthisa man you can live with?Bewith? Because I hate to disappoint you, sweetheart, but what you see is what you get.”
To make a point, even though I know I’m a dick for doing it, I jump out of bed, pull on my clothes and shoes, and walk out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ava
The second he’s gone, I’m in the bathroom, heaving over the toilet. I sink to the cold tile floor wondering if what I’m feeling is morning sickness, anxiety from holding my hands against Jeremy’s bloodied throat, or guilt over the fact that I just made love to a man who was definitely not my husband.
The man I was with was different. More aggressive. Touching me in a demanding way I’ve never been touched. Whispering provocative words when he was inside me. Making me come twice—something I’ve never experienced.
I’m confused. Ashamed. Excited. Satiated. Sad. Mad. And probably a few other emotions I can’t put my finger on.
Because I may not have been making love to my husband, but the fact is, I liked it. Maybe a little too much.
As I sit here, wallowing in guilt, confusion, and yes, pleasurable aftershocks of what he just did to me, I wonder how he would feel about our encounter if his memory returns. Would the old Trevor be mad at me for jumping into bed with a man who I felt I barely knew? Upset that I reacted so enthusiastically to things we’d never experienced together? Would he be jealous of… himself?
I don’t even pretend to understand how the brain works. If he remembers who he is, will it be like a light switch and suddenly he’ll go back to being exactly who he was? The doctors did say he could still have a personality shift.
Pulling my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms tightly around them when I’m bombarded with traitorous thoughts of never again being able to experience multiple orgasms, or the raking of his teeth against my nipples, or his salacious whispers in my ear.
I’m not going to lie to myself. I’m well aware of why I slept with him. I was hoping it would spark his memory. Well, it sparkedsomething. But not in him. Inme. A hidden desire to be completely taken. Revered. Controlled.
I slump back against the wall. Or maybe it’s just my pregnancy hormones gone amuck.
The doorbell chimes just as I’m getting dressed after my third shower of the day. I trot down the stairs and open the outer door.
A man I don’t know looks up from his clipboard. “Delivery for Criss.”
I’m confused because all the coffee house deliveries come in the morning. Not to mention this guy rang the residence doorbell, not the shop one.
“Delivery?” I ask, looking behind him where my eyes fall on a furniture truck.
“That’s what it says.” He hands me a slip of paper.
My eyebrows shoot up. “A sofa bed?”
Trevor’s name is on the order. Along with his phone number, our address, and the last four digits of our credit card.
So this is really happening.
“Ma’am, do you want the delivery or not?”
“Yes.”
“Then do you mind showing me where you want it? Got six more stops to make today, and your rush delivery isn’t moving my day along any quicker.”
Rush delivery. Suddenly, tingles of excitement shoot through me. If he paid for expedited delivery, that means he wants to sleep here now.Tonight.
