Lurgard.
I knew it— no matter how much she denied it, no matter how many times she claimed she wasn't Theresa…There were things the body could not forget.
She had always loved Leonard.
And even now… even with her memories gone, she still leaned into him so naturally, so effortlessly, as though it was instinct. As though some part of her still belonged there.
A dull ache spread slowly across my chest, unwanted and unwelcome.
I had told her we were lovers.
Wasn't that enough?
Didn't that mean something?
Shouldn't that alone make her keep her distance from the others?
Damn it.
She was driving me insane.
My gaze drifted back to her lips, almost against my will. They were still slightly swollen…from earlier of course. The sight alone sent a wave of heat through me, sharp and consuming. I found myself imagining things I shouldn't, wondering how they would feel again, how it would be to take them, to claim them without interruption this time.
I wanted it badly.
