“Don’t you dare touch me.”
“Chad...”
“Don’t!”
Romeo raised both hands in surrender.
“Why are you here?”Chad demanded, stabbing the knife in Romeo’s direction.“To finish me off?”
Romeo frowned.He shook his head.“I want to take you home.”
“I don’t have a home.I’ve never had ahome.”
“You do.It’s with me.”
“No,” Chad snapped.“That’s not true.”
“You just don’t remember.”Romeo said softly, lowering his eyes.
He closed them.
It made sense.
Chad hadn’t immediately found a way of contacting Romeo the second he woke up.
He didn’t come home the minute he was released.
He’d pointed at Romeo at the end of the garden, drawing Ally and Josh’s attention to him.
There had been shock in his eyes, fear in his expression, not the love Romeo was familiar with.
This Chad was wild, cornered, shaking himself apart as he kept Romeo at bay with the knife.
“I don’t understand,” Chad said.“Ever since I woke up, I’ve felt wrong,” he touched his head.“They think it’s the injury, but Iknowit’s something else and it’s to do with you.”
“What did the doctor say?”Romeo asked, reopening his eyes.“About your memory.”
Chad blinked.It dislodged the tears in his eyes which rushed down his cheeks.“He said to give it time.”
“Time?”
“It could come back.”
Romeo’s heart squeezed in his chest.“Could?”
“Could,” Chad confirmed.His breath hitched.“But I don’t think I want it to, not if it involves me and you.”
“We love each other.”
“Get the hell out,” Chad snarled.He slashed the blade through the air.
“We do,” Romeo stood firm, unflinching.“You fuckingloveme, Chad.”
“No—”
“And I love you.It’s me and you.It’s always going to me and you, us against the world.”
“Shut up,” Chad said.He held the blade out with one hand and clawed the other one through his hair.His face scrunched in pain.“This can’t be real.”
