Page 138 of The Broken Keys

“Fuck, that was intense.” He collapses on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his heart hammering against my chest.

“Yeah, it was.”

For a long time, we just lay there tangled together, trying to catch our breath. He presses a soft, tender kiss to my temple, and I know with a certainty that settles deep in my heart I am home.

“Good morning, love.” Callum holds out a mug. “I made you some breakfast and a cup of joe.”

“Thanks.” I take it from him and slide onto a chair at my kitchen table. “What did you decide about moving the rest of your belongings to this house?”

“I have a few meetings today, and we’re working on the new album. If I can fit it into my schedule, I’ll get everything over here this week.”

“Are you ready to be roommates?”

He slips into the chair across from me. “We’ll never bejustroommates.”

“Then what do you call it?”

“Partnership. Me moving in here with you puts us on the path we should’ve been on since we first got together.”

“I like the sound of that.” I take a sip of coffee and moan at the deliciousness. “God, this is good.”

“Glad I didn’t disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.”

He rests back and studies me for a moment. “Do you think you’ll ever regret any of this?”

“No. I love you, Callum, and memories won’t change that.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because what I feel isn’t fake. Even if I get my memory back tomorrow, I know how I feel now. Please stop trying to minimize that.”

“I’m not. It’s just…” His shoulders slump. “What if you decide I’m not what you want?”

“Let me ask you a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Were we working to make it back to one another before my accident?” I lift my eyebrows.

“Yes. But?—”

“Stop searching for obstacles, Callum.”

“I’m not.” He glances toward our bedroom, then back at me. “I’ll always want you. I’m just making sure you feel the same.”

“That’s fine, but if you can’t live in the here and now, how do we go forward?”

“We don’t.” He pushes away from the table. “Let’s get you to work. We’re already getting out of here later than you wanted.”

He’s deflecting, and I’m considering confronting him about what broke us up. I stay seated for a second, but rise to my feet when I know we’re just going around in circles. This conversation has to stop, or else I’m going to lose my mind.

I gather my belongings and take his hand in mine. “Please try to enjoy our reunion.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

“Try harder because it could be a lot worse.”