Dana POV
Last night was perfect. It was as though Hunter had come back to me, if only for a few hours as he touched me, teased me to the heights of pleasure, and brought my body soaring to a crescendo several times. As I slept beside him, the feel of his body next to me was both comforting and reassuring. I could feel myself beginning to hope, to pray that his memory was back but as I woke up, it was almost as though a bucket of ice water had been flung over me. He had remembered my pet name, 'Kitten' but that was practically the extent of it. He didn't fully remember our past, our relationship, the bond we had. It hurt but I tried to put it behind me, assuring myself that all he needed was time, that eventually everything was going to turn out. I was wrong. I was naive and I was stupid.
