Page 25 of Make Me Forget
The question had zipped through my head every five minutes since she walked through my door. She wanted to stay, and I needed her here more than I could admit out loud to her or myself. The intensity of it burned through me until she mumbled an ouch, and I realized I’d pulled her hair in my need to hold hertighter.
“You’ll stay, and we will take one thing at a time. But I do think we need to find you an apartmentfirst.”
“What about yourplace?”
“You might want your own space. Especially if you try therapy. It can be hard for two people who know everything about each other to live together, and we are mostlystrangers.”
She cleared her throat and sat up between my legs. “I like mint chocolate chip ice cream. I don’t read the news because it makes me depressed. I like sticky notes, the Beatles, and light roastcoffee.”
I chuckled and held out my hand. She shook it firmly and held tight long past when we should have separated. “Nice to meet you,Mara,”
“What aboutyou?”
“I hate light roast coffee, ice cream in general, and the Beatles.” I laughed at the absurdity ofit.
She clutched her chest in a mock wounding. “How could I have fallen in love with a man who hates theBeatles?”
