I wasn’t sure what I expected when I came up to the apartment. A trigger? A memory? A sudden onslaught of visions from that night? But I hadn’t expected to sense nothing.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked as she began scurrying around the apartment, picking up little items I hadn’t noticed before. It was clear she felt uncomfortable with me being in her space as she darted across the room. “Can I get you a water or something?”
“Just a shirt, thanks,” my voice croaked, adding to my discomfort in the situation.
“Shirt?” Alex turned toward me, her head cocked to one side with a pile of small items in her arms. “Oh! Yes. A shirt.” She dropped all the items on her bed and stepped over to a dresser, and after a few seconds, she grabbed something black and brought it toward me. I watched her small feet prance toward me as if she was dancing to a melody only she could hear.
“This is one of Andrew’s. It should fit.”
I was a bit larger than her brother now, so it would be a tight fit, but it was better than what I currently wore. Reaching behind my neck, I gathered the material of my shirt and began tugging it over my head. It was impossible to hide my smirk as Alex’s hitched gasp echoed in the room.
I tossed the material in my hand toward the back of the couch and waited patiently for Alex to hand me the shirt she retrieved, but her stare was transfixed on my stomach. Instinctively, I flexed, because it’s what anyone would have done in a situation where a beautiful woman was staring at you like her favorite dessert. Hell, I’d even let her lick me like an ice cream cone if she asked.
Just as that thought popped into my head, my cock responded in kind, growing behind the zipper of my pressed shorts. If she didn’t hand that shirt over soon, Alex was going to get an eyeful of me that I wasn’t sure she was prepared for… again.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”
Her eyes darted up toward mine, widening at an alarming rate. She reminded me of my daughters when I caught them stealing cookies from the pantry.
“What? I wasn’t….” The lie fell on deaf ears, because through her blouse, the distinct outline of her hardened nipples peeked through.
The room felt like it was growing in temperature with every second that passed. There was no way out of the inferno that swirled around us. Reaching out, I ran my hand over her shoulder, down her upper arm. Beneath my touch, her heart rate skyrocketed as I felt it when I reached her wrist.
“Alex.”
“Does it help?”
“No, touching you only makes the ache in my dick worse.”
She shook her head, the corners of her mouth tilting upward slightly, appearing as if she was fighting a grin. “No. I meant being here. Does it help you remember anything?”
A short laugh bubbled from my chest. “I knew what you meant. I just enjoy watching you blush. I thought it may trigger something, but unfortunately nothing comes to mind… though I do remember the stairs.”
She hummed in response, and I wasn’t sure if she was as disappointed as I was.
“My therapist…” I paused, but Alex jumped in.
“Therapist?”
“Yeah, the girls and I have visited one weekly for almost a year. Mostly to make sure the transition to living with me, and now the move, isn’t upsetting. I called her Sunday after your… revelation. She believes the trauma from learning my ex abandoned our daughters and the fact that I was across the country with no way to get to them caused my mind to shut down. She said it’s not uncommon to have memory loss from a traumatic experience like that. Luckily, the girls were young enough that most of it has already been forgotten.”
The way Alex’s eyes flicked back and forth across mine, I could tell she was processing everything I just revealed. In California, it wasn’t unheard of for someone to see a therapist. It was more uncommon not to have the number to one in your back pocket. But I knew there was a chance it was a new concept for Alex.
“I… I feel like… I took advantage of you or something,” she whispered, her lips puckering at the sour words she confessed.
“You didn’t, Alex. Believe me. The more I thought about it, it’s clear I wasn’t so inebriated that I blacked out from the alcohol. It was just the combination of everything. I can guarantee I was a willing participant in whatever we did. I’m just sorry I can’t remember.
“Being here in this room with you makes me wish I could recall it all. I get small spurts of images in my head, but they flutter away just as quickly. It’s nothing compared to knowing the way you taste would, the sound of my name on your lips, the feel of your pussy clamping down around me. I want to remember it all.”
My name was nothing more than a whimper from her then. I took a step closer, then another, until my body was up against hers.
Quietly, as if the walls would hear, she asked, “What are you doing?” as my hand slid up to her neck.
“Starting over.”
With my thumb under her chin, I tilted her face up toward mine. I brushed my mouth against hers, unable to hold myself back any longer. This woman was my magnetic half, and I had no hope of staying away.
“Nate.” Her yearning plea was music to my ears.
