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“Charlotte, calm down.”
“Don’t,” I spoke through gritted teeth, pointing my finger at him. “You have no right to tell me to calm down. You have your memories! I don’t! My God, I can’t even remember my own brother dying. And you know what really fucking sucks?”
“What? Being stuck here with me?” he asked.
“Do you always make everything about you?” I shouted.
“Yeah. I do.” The corners of his mouth curved upward, and instantly I felt calm inside.
I shook my head as a laugh escaped my lips. He put his hands up as he took a few steps closer.
“Why are you doing that?” I sighed.
“For protection in case you decide to punch me.”
“I’m not going to punch you. Have I ever done that?” I asked.
“No, but you’re a little wackadoodle right now.”
I laughed. “I am, aren’t I?”
“Come here.” He took hold of my hand and led me over to the bed. “Go on. Climb on and sit up against the headboard.”
He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat beside me, taking hold of my hand, and interlacing our fingers.
“I’m not apologizing for doing this.” He held up our hands as a smirk crossed his lips. “Tell me what really sucks, and then I’ll tell you what I think really sucks.”
“What really sucks is that of all the memories I had to lose, the one I didn’t was the one I would have been the happiest not remembering. I want to remember you and all of this. But instead, I’m left with the memories of that horrific night and all the memories after up until ten years ago. That’s what really sucks.”
“I’m sorry, babe.” He softly stroked my hand with his thumb. “I’m not apologizing for calling you that either.”
I breathed out a laugh.
“Do you ever apologize for anything?” I asked.
“Only if I screw up.” He winked. “Which isn’t very often.”
“I don’t believe you. I listened to a voicemail from you on my phone. You said you promised to unpack your bag when you got home because you take my threats very seriously. What did I threaten you with?”
“Sex. You told me I was cut off until I unpacked the bag.” The corners of his mouth curved upward. “That is one threat I don’t mess around with.”
I breathed out a laugh.
“Did you unpack it that night?”
“You bet I did. I ran up the stairs and put everything away the second I got home. I even did a load of laundry for extra points.” He grinned.
“I’m sure you did.” I laughed. “So, tell me what really sucks for you?”
“That this happened to you, and the fact that I feel totally helpless. I made a promise to you, and I never break my promises.”
“What was your promise?” I stared into his beautiful blue eyes.
“That I was always going to make you happy, no matter what it takes.” He brought his other hand up to my cheek and softly stroked it. “I know you want to remember everything, and if I could snap my fingers and give you those memories back, I would in a heartbeat. Even though you always tell me I act like I am, I'm not God.”
“I tell you that?” I laughed.
“All the damn time.” He smiled. “But I can give you something.”
