A memory hits me hard, stealing my breath and my mind. My back pressed to a wall, my dress shoved up around my waist as my legs are around his hips. He fucks me hard and desperately, relentlessly. There’s anger and yearning and frustration but it feels so good, and I want it so badly.
Lips crash against mine, tongue and teeth, a claiming and when I finally get a breath in, I pull back and stare down at him.
Killian watches me with a feral kind of possession, it’s wild and it’s raw. He looks at me like he’s a starved man and I am his first meal.
Killian.
The door ahead of me suddenly opens and I stumble forward only to fall right into his hard, wet chest. His hands catch me at the tops of my arms, a towel slung low on his hips and drops of water clinging to his skin.
That was real.
That was a memory.
“You…” I breathe, a thick, heavy lump clogging my throat.
“What did you hear?” He demands.
My head shakes violently, “Youlied.”
His eyes widen before he schools his expression, “What are you talking about?”
“You lied!” I scream.
I know the moment he figures it out because his face crumbles.
I snatch out of his hold only to slam my fists into his chest, over and over, “You lied, Killian!”
He stands there and he lets it happen and that’s all the confirmation I need. Was it just once? Were the other flashes of memory I’ve had all him? Is this why I am so desperate to be near him!?
“Why!?” I yell, my hits turning softer as my anger dissipates, “Why did you lie?”
He circles his fingers around my wrists gently before he tugs me against him, holding me so my chest rests against his.
His eyes follow the tears on my cheeks, tears I hadn’t realized had started to fall.
“Savannah,” He whispers my name.
“Why would you lie?” I croak.
He slowly releases one of my wrists only to lift that same hand and wipe away one of my tears, “Because I am not worth remembering.”
I snatch away from him, “That isnotyour choice to make.”
“What do you remember?” He steps closer but I step back.
“Nothing!” I scream. “Fuck! I feel like I am going crazy! It’s right there! The memory, it’s right there but I can’t make sense of it!”
“Savannah,” He reaches for me again.
“No!” I swat him away, “I asked you! I asked you and you lied right to my face! What else are you lying about? Do they all know too? Was it once? More than once!?”
“They don’t know,” He only chooses to answer one of my questions.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” I laugh humorlessly.
His silence is all the answer I need.
“How fucking dare you,” I snap at him, “I fucking hope whatever it was we had, whatever it was that happened, ended quickly! I hope I was fucking drunk and stupid and realized how much of a mistake it was the moment it was over!”
