“Procedural memories are memories of motor skills, actions, muscle memories; episodic memories are memories of life events.”
I groaned as I scribbled it on a sticky note, tacking it to my mirror. I stared at it as though it was a dangerous article, ready to leap up and attack me at any point. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and smiled, my face softening.
The sound of a familiar truck on the street distracted me, making me leap to my feet, and run down the stairs, my bare feet carrying me down soundlessly.
This is my favourite part of the day.
“Baby.”
The door slammed behind him with a bang, his electric green eyes drinking me in. My breath caught in my throat as it always did when I saw him, the effect he had on me was timeless. His dirty blond hair fell into his eyes, as he pushed it back with his long fingers, the leather of his jacket creaking as he moved, his other hand clutching a duffel that told me he was going to be staying over tonight.
“Cal,” I breathed with excitement.
He smiled, shaking his head in mock exasperation, moving towards me. My heart thumped in my chest when he reached me, one arm snaking around my waist, pulling me into him.
“Woman, when are you gonna get my name right?” he mumbled, kissing the top of my head as I buried myself into his neck, inhaling his scent as though it was the oxygen keeping me alive. His scent needed bottling and distributing around the world.
They would sell out within minutes.
“It’s not my fault you have a secret identity,” I teased as I lifted my lips to him, closing my eyes as I waited for his lips to crash down on mine.
I didn’t have to wait long.
Kissing Cal Fallon holds the excitement of Christmas; the thought of how amazing it would be smashed out of the park by the reality of what it was. He doesn’t kiss me like anyone else ever has before, teasing my tongue with his, not too fast, not too slow. He makes my body weak and always leaves me wanting more.
We kiss with our eyes closed, our bodies pressed together, with the promise of insane lovemaking never far behind. I ran my fingers through his hair before tugging on it slightly, groaning as he softly chewed on my bottom lip.
See what I mean?
“Do you even think we will make it into the house this time?” he growled, trailing kisses down my throat, making me wonder what I had done in a past life to deserve such a slice of paradise. I smiled as I kissed him once more, before turning to the house, my hand in his and walked back up the last few steps, aware I was grinning like a maniac.
I still roomed with Nancy. Cal insisted we moved somewhere safe—his words—and stubbornly refused to accept my answer that the little apartment we had at the time sufficed.
He took to proving us wrong by breaking and entering one time, waiting on my bed for me when I walked into the room, his green eyes flashing triumphantly. I had given in, and we rented a house in the beautiful residential area in the East Village. I should thank him because I wassoin love with the place.
Cal had lived in New York City all his life until he had to leave, so I should have trusted his judgement.
My stomach grumbled, and I cringed as Cal’s eyebrows raised with amusement.
“Is someone hungry?”
“I haven’t had time to eat yet, I’ve been so busy trying to finish this assignment,” I confessed as his eyes narrowed.
“No time to eat?Baby. There’s always time to eat,” he kissed my forehead, reminding me of my Mom.
He guided me into the house, dropping his bag at the foot of the stairs as he shrugged off his jacket.
“Where’s Nancy?” he asked warily as he walked into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and inspecting it with disdain.
I rolled my eyes as I slid onto the counter, watching him sift through the measly ingredients the fridge offered.
“She’s with Josh again.”
He shook his head at the fridge and shut it before turning towards me, taking in my position on the counter. He walked over, his hands running up my thighs as he pulled me close to him.
“One, you have no food worthy of human consumption in that fridge. Two, you are telling me the house is empty,” his green eyes met mine as my heart raced in my chest, excitement building as he moved his hands to hold my face.
“Do I devour you here and now, then take you somewhere delicious for dinner? Or do I just devour you all night long and fuck the food?”
