Leas POV
A week has gone bye and Nathan is still trying to help me remember him and our life together. I've seen the pictures, heard all the stories about us but I just can't trust him. The only thing I remember is him and Vanessa banging eachother in his bed. The same bed we used to sleep in. This is some bullshit.
Knock. Knock.
I look at the door and Nathan walks in. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the next session of this sick memorygame. His scent is a pleasant side benefit I don't mind.
"Ready for today?" He asks me with his calm, deep voice. I will admit, I'm drawn to him. His scent, voice, body is all alluring to me but the image of them together keeps popping up in my mind.
"Yes. Lets do it." I say with a shrug. I don't think, this will help at all.
"I called
