Page 96 of Rock Me

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Noémie

It's late when we finally fall asleep, bodies exhausted, but spirits happy about the hope that I'm starting to remember. I don't feel any different. Or maybe I do, maybe I don't even know that I'm remembering. Just that, he called me Toilet Girl before my accident. And now I remember it.

We've decided to continue not talking about what happened before so that I won't mix up things he told me with what I really remember.

But it doesn’t matter.

I'm happy just to dwell in our present. Our giddy, happy, sexy, perfect present.

Sometime around midnight, we lie down by the window to watch the last of the fountain shows below, our room lit up only by the lights from the Eiffel Tower, and he falls dead asleep in my arms.

I don't really know who are you, Mystery Man Jez, or where you came from or why you're here.

But I've never been happier in my whole life.

I fall asleep, with his breath soft and steady in my ear.

***

It's warm.

And bright.

Ugh, too bright.

My eyes open and snap shut again.

Sun.

Bloody, freakin' too bright, killing-my-eyes sun.

"Ughhh," I groan, pulling the sheet over my head. And then I realize, other than the light, I'm comfortable, more comfortable than I have ever felt. I lift the blanket and see I'm in bed. How did I get here? Did he carry me here during the night? Damn. His poor arms.

But damn, this bed is comfortable. It's soft and firm all at once. Every part of my body feels like it's being hugged by puppies. Fuzzy and warm and soft. A cloud of puppies, hugging me.

"Ahhhh," I sigh, stretching out.

I'm going to need to get me one of these beds.

"AHHHH," I sigh even louder, just for the fun of it.

"Hey. I don't like when you make that noise and I'm not the one making you make it," Jez’s voice looms over me.

I poke my head out from under the blanket. He's already showered and dressed. Where the hell did he get new clothes from?

"Well, come in here and fix the problem then," I grin, moving over on the bed.

"Don't tempt me."

I wiggle my eyebrows and pull the sheet completely away, exposing my naked body.

I can't believe I'm acting this way. I'm not usually so confident, but Jez has shown me in no uncertain terms that he desires me. And it's made me more bold than ever.

He takes a deep breath, drops a knee onto the bed to lean over me and kisses me hard.

I reach for him, but he pulls away.