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eyes. She’s so beautiful; her huge green eyes are fixed intently on mine. She looks unsure of herself, like she doesn’t know if she’s crossed the line and her head starts to drop along with her gaze.
    Oh, hell no .
    I take a hold of her face with both of my hands and bring her lips back up to mine. This time I’m the one in control and I kiss her like she should be kissed. The only message I intend to send is that I need to do this. I have to do this, just like I have to breathe. It’s not a question of wanting; it’s a necessity. I move slowly but deliberately, acutely aware of the sensation of blood rushing in my ears, my heart slamming painfully into my chest as she begins to kiss me back. Her hands rise and grip my wrists and I wince as pain shoots up my arm and I think for a second she’s going to stop me, but she doesn’t move my hands from her face. Instead, she holds on like she doesn’t want to ever let go. It’s painful, but I like it. I relish the sensation of her wanting my hands on her. I apply a little more pressure, and her mouth opens as I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue. Kissing her feels amazing. I’ve made out with plenty of girls but this is on another level, I can’t get enough. Desire pools in the pit of my stomach as her teeth graze and nip at me, sending a shiver racing like lightning down my spine. I groan as a hot flush spreads across my chest and then slow my pace, placing a few chaste kisses at the corner of her mouth.
    I finally find the willpower to pull away completely and look at her. We don’t speak; there’s no need to. I’m not sure I could even if I wanted to; I’m turned on to hell and completely confused with this whole situation. My chest hurts, but I think it’s in a good way and I have to focus on calming myself down and trying to regain the breath she’s just stolen from me. I’m still reeling in the sensations of our actions; it’s never been like this before. She closes her eyes, and I watch her, waiting for her to do or say something—anything.
    I know that this isn’t our first kiss, or at least I’m assuming it isn’t. But damn, it definitely feels like it to me. No kiss has ever tasted or felt that good. I’m trembling from head to toe, and that’s certainly not something I’m used to. She’s reduced me to thinking like a chick, over analyzing everything, I stare at her mouth that’s all bruised from our kiss and smile internally. There’s no wonder I made this girl mine; I feel like I could kiss her forever.
    When her eyes finally open, they’re glistening with unshed tears. I tense as I wait for her to get mad and start shouting at me. Worse still, she could reject me and ask me what made me think I could kiss her like that.
    “Hi,” she whispers, “I’ve missed you.”
    Thank you, god! I let out a long exhale.
    “Blair,” I pull her into my chest and rest my chin on the top of her head. I sigh as I squeeze and pull her tighter to me, inhaling her as I push my face into her hair.
    “I know I don’t remember us yet…but I’m pretty sure that I’ve missed you too.”

 

     

     
     
    “MISS THOMAS,” THE burly male officer states as I walk back into the stark, sterile confines of my room. One of the nursing staff had come to track me down; she’d interrupted Ethan and I to tell me that there were two police officers wanting to speak with me about the accident. It’s the last thing I wanted to do as I was sitting wrapped up in Ethan’s embrace, but I knew it was coming.
    I offer a weak smile as I sit down on the bed nervously. My mom and a female officer enter the room seconds later; Mom perches on the end of the bed as the officer pulls the only remaining chair in the room closer to us. The feet drag and bounce across the floor, letting out a horrid screech that echoes through the eerie silence.
    “Miss Thomas,” the officer begins again. “I’m Officer Murphy, this is Officer Speight,” he motions to his female