“I hope you can do it again,” she whispers.

“Do what again baby?” I ask.

“Make me fall in love with you again.” She places her small hand over my heart.

Little does she know that she is not going anywhere ever again.

I place my hands on her hips, hugging her to me. I squat, standing up, forcing her to wrap her legs around me.

Shit, that f**king feels so good!

I walk her back to the wall of the tub, letting the water spray us. “I will,” I say as I slowly make love to her.

“Promise?” She smiles.

“Promise baby,” because I do, with every f**king thing that I am.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

“Faster,” she grins at me.

“If that’s what you want baby.”

“I think that’s what I want,” she moans as I pick up pace.

She is so f**king beautiful. I f**king love her. I f**king love her. I f**king love her. I chant repeatedly in my head as I pound into her beautiful pu**y.

Her chin drops to the crook of my neck and I feel her squeezing the life out of me. She is close, so close.

Thank f**k, because I am about to burst!

“Together.”

“Together,” she mumbles against my skin.

It is the most epic thing I have ever felt. Her arms are wrapped tightly around me, hugging the life out of me, giving me everything she has once again.

“I f**king love you crazy-ass beautiful girl,” I gently set her down. I turn her around, washing her hair and body and then repeating on myself. She grins at me the entire time.

I shut the water off and grab towels from the shelf. I wrap one tightly around her after drying her hair, careful not to irritate her scars.

“You’re taking care of me,” she says.

“I always took care of you,” I say back, because it is true.

We walk to my bedroom and I give her a long tee shirt to throw on. It swallows the poor girl whole. I just tug on a pair of briefs.

“I have to play at my club tonight with the band. You’re coming, right?” I turn back to her.

“Do you want me to come?”

What kind of f**king question is that? Shit, take it easy man. She doesn’t remember.

“Yes baby, I want you there.”

“Okay, I will come, but can I skip going through that guy Skinny? I mean, I felt violated,” she smiles.

Of course, I laugh out loud. Skinny is harmless and I can tell she is joking because she is smiling at me.

“Baby, you’ll get VIP treatment.”

“Crap.” She throws her hand to her head.

“What?”

“I forgot to get Adella’s number. She’s probably worried about me,” she grumbles.

“Hold on and I’ll call and get it from Shawn.” I take her hand and walk us back downstairs to where our phones are.

I sit her on the bar stool, picking up my phone and dialing Shawn.

“Yo Shawn, I need a favor. I need Adella’s number. No, Ev is here with me man. Oh, Adella’s with you.” I turn and look at Ev who is grinning. “Well can you put Adella on the phone for Ev please?” I hand the phone to Ev.

“Hello. Yes, I’m fine. Memory Lane.” She pauses. “Yes, it’s been very interesting. It’s a story, that’s for sure.” She bites her lip. “So…you and Shawn huh?” She takes the phone away from her ear. “I don’t need the low down Adella,” she giggles into the phone. “Yes, yes, I remember that one day he’s going to marry you blah, blah,” she teases Adella. “Okay, anyway, you’re going to the club tonight, right? Yeah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be by myself while Tristan performs. Okay, see ya.” She hangs up the phone.

“She’s happy. She and Shawn have known one another since they were kids,” she grins, handing me back my phone.

“So, it’s like us,” I say.

She thinks for a moment. “Yes, like us,” she whispers.

Her phone starts ringing she groans. “It’s my parents ring tone,” she grumbles again.

“Can I answer it?” I ask.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“They know me Ev, and just because you can’t remember babe doesn’t mean they don’t.”

“Sure, knock yourself out.” She hands it over.

I hit talk. “Hello?” I say nonchalantly.

“Who is this?” Evelyn’s mother asks.

“It’s Tristan Monroe. It’s good to hear your voice again too, Mrs. Beaumont.” She sighs into the phone.

“I’m sorry Tristan.” She says quietly.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s good enough for me.” I say truthfully because it really isn’t. “You stole her away from me just like the cancer stole her memories away. I could have been there with her.” I could not help it. Something snapped inside of me. I look at Ev, and her face is in some sort of a mask. I can’t tell what she is thinking.

“It was for the best,” Mrs. Beaumont's voice enters.

“For who? You? Because you knew. You knew we had evidence of all our memories for three years. Where are her copies? Huh?” Evelyn yanks the phone from my hands. I am about to apologize, but Ev isn’t mad at me. No, no she’s not. She is fuming and her face is bright red.

“Yes mother, where are my copies?”

Shit—pissed crazy-ass beautiful girl is back.