They had gone at it a few rounds, fiery and intense.
The night was still and quiet. The woman lay curled up in the man's arms, her thoughts still drifting in the afterglow.
Sebastian propped himself up slightly, instinctively reaching for the drawer by the bed. He remembered there were two unopened packs of cigarettes inside. But when he pulled one out, he hesitated for a beat-then shoved it right back in.
His eyes dropped to the woman in his arms, brows relaxed.
The memories were messed up, but what he had right now, in this moment, was real.
He owed Elaria-big time. He'd spend his life making it up to her. Loving her, making her happy, and raising their kids together.
Of course, he didn't plan on announcing that he'd gotten his memory back-at least not yet. He needed
