Episode 2
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Michael’s Pov
I usually tossed and turned in my sleep so when I tried to roll over and found a strong arms tightening around my waist, I frowned in confusion.
I figured it was my stuffed bear and reached for it while still half-asleep. But since when did Winnie the Pooh have abs?
My fingers brushed over hard muscle. It wasn't fluffy or soft like I remember. It was warm and firm.
Wait a goddamn minute!
“I didn't know you liked touching me this much, baby,” the deep voice laced with a soft Russian sent me bolting upright.
Green eyes stared back at me lazily.
He was awake.
Pure instincts took over and I launched myself off the bed.
I stumbled towards the door so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet.
A quick chuckle followed behind me.
“Relax," he said as he made an attempt to approach me. “There's no one here.”
“Stay where you are!” I quickly grabbed my stanley cup from the nearby desk and pointed it at him.
“You're cute.” He replied with another chuckle and I swear to God, it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.
Focus, Mike.
“My — my roommates could come back any second.” I stuttered terribly. "You have to leave!"
“And why would I leave?” He asked, looking genuinely confused.
Is this dude for real right now?
“Dude, you have to go. I don't want anyone to find you here.” Especially not that scary guy from last night.
The stranger heaved a slight sigh and climbed off the bed. Then he walked to where I stood, studying my face like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
“You feel familiar.” He said as he cupped my chin.
Well, that's because I stitched your wounds last night!
“When I look at you,” his brows furrowed slightly. “I feel calm. You make me calm.”
And you make me terrified for my life.
“Are we lovers?” He asked suddenly.
“Hell no.”
“We should be. There must be a reason why I feel safe around you.” He explained.
“Safe? Do you even hear yourself? You're anything but safe. You literally have a gunshot wound.” I sighed.
He arched a perfect brow. “I do?”
I think my brain shut down at this point. “Wait... What?”
The stranger clutched his wound before wincing softly. “I was shot. But... Who shot me?”
You've got to be kidding me.
Hold on a second. I grabbed his arm and made him lean forward. Then I touched his forehead. He wasn't burning up. I made him kneel down and touched his hair. He wasn't bleeding from his head either. If he wasn't hurt that much, why the hell was he talking nonsense?
“Do you enjoy touching me that much?” He chuckled.
“No!” I blurted out immediately.
Keys rattle downstairs and my entire body stiffened.
"Someone is here," I whispered.
The stranger's expression changed immediately from confusion to something I couldn't dare name.
Danger.
Before I could react, his gaze swept around the room searching for God-knows-what. Maybe an exit or escape route.
My pulse spiked as reality dawned on me.
I'd brought him a criminal and he'd brought danger with him.
I was going to die.
“Michael?” A loud voice called out.
A sigh of relief escaped me. It was Ethan, one of my roommates. Thank God.
“Run. You have to hide.” I whispered to him.
“No. Why should I hide?” He arched his brow.
“My roommates aren't supposed to see you because…”
“Michael?” Ethan called out again and I panicked.
I pushed the stranger towards my bathroom. “Get your a*s in there and don't move.”
“I don't want you to leave.” He said suddenly and with puppy dog eyes. Seriously? How fast could this guy's mood change? Now, he wants me to stay with him? Why?!
“Michael?!”
“I will. Now, be a good boy and don't move.” I slammed the door and rushed to answer Ethan.
“Yeah?” I said, faking a yawn as I opened the door to my room.
“What's wrong? We've been calling you.” Ethan sighed.
“I was sleeping. Sorry.” I said with another fake yawn.
“The movers will be here by noon, right?” he asked.
Oh that. I'd completely forgotten I'll be moving out today.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Damn. I'm gonna miss you, man.” He threw his arms around my shoulder. “Who's gonna cook for us now? Or clean or do our homework?”
Not me. That's who.
“Let's not bother him, Ethan. He's just waking up.” Jason pulled his brother away from me and they both walked to their room.
The second they were out of earshot, I slammed the door and bolted the lock. Then I ran to the bathroom.
The green-eyed stranger looked up at me. “I think I messed up the stitches.”
I slapped my forehead. “Dio Mio.”
****
Jason and Ethan couldn't be bothered with helping me with the move so they left as soon as they came. They probably went to Conner’s frat house. Conner is Ethan's boyfriend and the biggest frat boy in school. I remembered he usually stayed over and when he did, he left some of his stuff behind. So I snuck to Ethan's room and stole a few t-shirts and trousers.
After I forced the stranger into the shower and put fresh bandages on his wounds, I gave him some of Ethan's clothes and underwear to try on since mine could fit him.
He stepped out in a black T-shirt that said I LOVE MEN and ripped black jeans. I'd seen Ethan in this type of outfit a hundred times but it didn't suit him like it did him.
His dark hair tumbled just above his shoulder and his green eyes matched the writing across the shirt. He was perfect.
“Is this good?” He asked.
“Yeah. You look good.” I smiled.
He smiled back. “Will you give me a pat for being a good boy?”
I frowned. That sounds weird coming from him.
“Aren't you going to tell me I did good today?” he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against him.
“No,” I shook my head. “And stop touching me.”
He froze as if I'd sliced his heart in two. “But why?"
I jerked away from him. This man can't be saying this to me. He didn't even know me.
“What's wrong?” He asks worriedly.
“I need to ask you something.” I began softly.
He tilted his head slightly. "Okay."
I swallowed hard then asked in a soft whisper. “What is your name?”
The smile slowly disappeared from his face. “My name? I…”
His brows pulled together. "I..."
Panic flashed across his expression so suddenly that it frightened me.
"I don't know."
My stomach dropped. "What?"
"I don't remember," he whispered, then looked up at me scared. "Why can't I remember?"
"I... I don't know."
“Did I do something wrong?” He tried to take back my hand but I screamed at him.
“Stop! Don't touch me!” I snapped.
He froze instantly. Hurt flashed across his face so fast it made guilt twist painfully in my chest. Then slowly, he lowered himself into his knees in front of me.
“I'm sorry," he whispered softly.
No. This is so wrong.
“Please?” He rested his forehead against my stomach, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as if he was afraid I'd disappear. “Please, don't be angry.”
I stared at him in shock, my thoughts spiraling out of control.
This man was dangerous. He was being hunted and right now, he looked ... completely lost.
My hands trembled slightly as the realization hit me.
The criminal I saved last night had lost his memories.
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