(Scarlett’s POV)
A soft knock interrupts us again. This time, Dr. Martin peeks his head in.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to check on Mr. Blake."
I start to pull away, but Jasper's grip tightens.
“You don’t need to leave.”
"I'll be right outside," I promise. "Just let the doctor do his job."
Reluctantly, he releases me. I slip out of his arms and off the bed, my body immediately missing his warmth.
In the hallway, I lean against the wall and try to pull myself together. Blair approaches with two cups of coffee, offering me one.
"How is he?" she asks.
“Confused.” And gentle.
Very gentle. I frown at the question of his changed attitude. “Do people change when they get amnesia?”
“Some do.” Blair says, taking a sip of her coffee. “Think about it. A 25 year old is different fro
