Under the dimly lit room, our gaze lingered and our breaths harmonised its rhythm in the silence. I could sense the longingness in his brown eyes but I was not sure what it was of mine. I simply hoped it was not lust. All I knew was how lost I would be without him.
"I'm happy that you remembered me this time," he whispered, pulling me even closer towards him.
"Did I lose my memory again?" I asked, hoping I could obtain all the answers I desperately wanted.
"We don't know yet but you fainted and had been sleeping for four days straight. I thought I lost you," he said with a shaky voice. His hand never stopped caressing my face and not once did he let go of my other hand.
I squeezed his hand and whispered back, "I'm here now. I'm awake."
"Thank you for waking up, dewdrop." He gave me a peck on my forehead before continuing to gaze lovingly into my eyes.
I smiled sheepishly and averted my eyes downwards. "Thank you for staying by my side," I said and swiftly pulled his hand closer to my lips and kissed it. Blood rushed to my face at my own boldness, giving rise to my body temperature. Butterflies fluttering in my stomach sending me in such a weird but pleasant sensation and the elation I felt that kept on inflating within my chest sent a goofy grin on my face.
I thought these wonderful feelings could not get any better than that but when Edmund nuzzled up on me, I could feel his hot breath against my skin and it was tantalising! The word euphoria does not do justice to what I was feeling. If it was not for my strong will and perseverance, I would have submitted to my desire and gobbled him right then and there. Of course, it was mainly due to him striking a conversation that prevented me from behaving out of line.
"Do you still remember what happened before you fainted?"
"No, I'm not even sure which one is a dream and which one is not."
His heavy sigh that breathed down my neck once again tickled my already warm skin. I could feel my will wavered and I needed a huge distraction from turning myself into this raunchy kitten.
"What's the matter? Is it bad?" I asked, ignoring the pulsating sensation down below and the increasing dampness between my thighs.
He shook his head and I thought he would not want to continue the conversation. Instead he said, "Give me a moment, I promised I'm not making up excuses. I just need to mentally prepare myself. Is that okay?"
As reluctant as I was that he had pulled himself away from me, I looked at him with a reassuring smile and said, "Yes."
Underneath my calm demeanor, my stupid brain with its greatest desire could only think of one thing at the moment. That very me I was desperately trying to hide, was a raging woman begging to be ravished. I wanted his lips to graze my neck. I wanted his tongue to leave its wet traces all over me and I was more than eager to welcome a love bite from him! The turmoil that filled my mind as imagination ran wild with the silence. I was not getting any drier by the minute and if he was to spend another hour or so to prepare himself, the lower side of my section of the bed would be soaking wet!
I battled between pleasure and torment, completely ignorant of what has overcome me to feel this way. His hand that was still clutching onto mine was what held me from floating to cloud nine. Even in his silence and without his warm gaze, I could still feel his affection. How he kept on pulling the blanket up to my neck every single time it went below my shoulder, fearing that I would be cold. Or how he patted my shoulder to show that he was still with me. The way his toes fiddled with the end of the blanket, keeping it in place and his feet entwined with mine to keep my frozen feet warm.
No wonder it was easy for the previous me to fall for him in a short moment when I lost my memories. His love and care felt incredibly genuine and he truly knew me like the back of his hand.
"Do you remember the argument we had in the lounge? It was when I said about your next memory loss," he carefully worded his sentence but I knew it was all concise facts.
I nodded my head in response.
"We were also having a full on discussion about every single detail including the dates of your memory loss."
My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to recall this piece of information but nothing seemed to come to me. "I only remembered the argument," I said truthfully.
Edmund let out another sad sigh before turning his tone into a forced cheery one, "At least your memory is not entirely wiped out."
"Maybe I'll remember it tomorrow," I tried to assure him but who was I kidding? I had already lost my memory three times and none of them ever had my memory returned. Every one of them was like a clean plate filled with recent memories. The rest of the memories relied purely on the book I have jotted down but mostly were from his accounts based on the pictures he showed.
"Don't worry about it. Most important of all is that as long as you're here, safe and healthy, I am happy," he reassured me once again while caressing my face.
I could not even lift my head to look at him. My ears were burning due to his simple but sweet gestures. He must have noticed it too as his fingers fiddled with my ears and before I knew it, he was already leaning closer to me and blew into my ears.
My gosh! He is one seductive man! Now my whole face is flushed. Is he going to kiss me to cool me down?