MICHAEL
Great, now I’ve got a b***r and a headache. Yay.
Maybe it’s selfish to make a play for Eve as the reality of who I am has broken over me like a black wave. Maybe I should focus on getting my memories back before I involve her in my life?
Especially if that dream was real. Which right now, it seems to be.
Yet here I am, d**k hard, lips still feeling her hesitant first kiss, lying on the sofa with my head throbbing. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone upstairs?
But she was crying, and I was so sick of knowing it and giving her nothing but a few kind words. I don’t know any more about putting a bullet in whoever hurt her—but I would love to put the fear of God—and me—into them.
I want an explanation for this bullshit. Why such a wonderful, woman has been made to suffer like this. My des
