Glancing around the room, he focuses on my kitchen, plods over and sits down on a barstool. His face scrunches up, and he gazes from side to side.
I approach, and he pulls out the chair next to him. “Can you sit here for a minute?”
Excitement passes through me then a caution sign blinks in my mind.
Does he remember?
Don’t get too excited.
A few minutes pass before he murmurs, “Willyou humor me?”
“Sure.”
“Can you stand up?”
I do. He grasps me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap. I take a deep breath, and he draws me closer.
“Will you put your arm around me.”
My heart is beating so loud, I’m sure he can hear it. His sexy scent is filling every cell of my body. “Put my arm around you?”
His eyes are wide, lips twitching a little. “Please?”
I know what his brain is trying to remember, and I put my arm around him exactly the way I did that day: around his shoulders, slightly bent, running my fingers through his hair. But he has his cap on, so I’m stroking him on top of it. “Like this?” I murmur.
He removes his hat. His face is inches from mine, and his lips are so close. “Do it now?”
I run my fingers through his hair the same way I did that day.
His right arm moves slowly from the counter to my body then back again. “That’s not right,” he mutters.
I stop.
“No, keep doing what you’re doing but get closer.” His left arm pulls me in, and I lean into him as close as I did that day, feeling his heart beat against his chest.
I exhale and stroke his hair again.
His right arm moves from the counter to my mouth then he repeats it several times, and his eyes widen. He stops moving. I stop moving.
Slowly, Xander looks at me. “Did I feed you pancakes?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“And you wore a black silk robe?”
Tears well up, and I blink repeatedly, willing myself not to cry. “Yes.”
He remembers me?
Xander pushes his forehead to mine. “Then I did this.”
A tear falls down my cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb, pauses, then says, “And then I did this.” He weaves his fingers through my hair until he grasps it by the roots, and he softly parts my lips with his tongue, moving me so I’m straddling him. He embraces me, both hands cupping my head, so I can’t go anywhere.
The heaven I learned only with Xander is upon me, and I fall back into it, not considering anything except him and how my body is buzzing in his arms.
My feet plant themselves on the footrest of the barstool, and my lower body automatically grinds against his growing erection.
We are both breathing hard, and his lips move across my jawline, to my earlobe, down my neck then back to my mouth.
