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And just then, I realise tears are spilling down my face. I wipe my nose and hold onto Ford’s forearmtightly. Then, I angle my hips upwards and the angle is a delicious one.
But this was never just sexual. This is to feel the other closer, to communicate unspeakable things, to remind the otherIamyours.
“We’ve done this before, haven’t we?” Ford wonders later in a sleepy voice and I startle, thinking he was already asleep. My arse hurts and it’s a sticky mess and I almost hate it. If only I didn’t love it so much.
“Yes,” I reply.
But he doesn’t need confirmation. Ford remembers. I know he does.
Chapter 25
2024 - Ashford
“Don’t leave me.”
“I’m about to ask you to marry me.”
Marry me.
Marry me.
Marry me.
I can’t think of anything else. The entire evening after Winnie’s fallen asleep, I bathe in those words, I visualise that memory over and over again, trying to make sense of it. When Ash is back from his meeting it’s late, but I have thought about the wordsmarryandmeabout a thousand times now and I’m literally bursting to speak to him.
But I find myself tongue-tied.
Ash comes to bed with his hair in a low bun and I feel the need to tug at it to see his reaction. I need to bite and suck his neck until he’s bruised and soft and marked. Until he’s mine.
I fuck him, finally. But I don’t tell him about the memory.
After, I hold Ash to me as he falls into a peaceful sleep and I wish Morpheus would take me, too.
“I’m about to ask you to marry me.”
It’s still dark outside when I feel there’s not enough oxygen in the room anymore and I have to get out. Untangling myself from Ash is torturous, especially when he’s asleep. He’s warm and soft, his arms are long and heavy and his legs are even longer and heavier. His skin is pale and there’s tiny red marks all over his body.
I cover my face with my hands and let a sigh out. Fuck, this is one huge fucking mess, I think. What the fuck am I going to do?
“Where are you going?” Ash asks, sounding awfully awake.
Meeting his blue eyes, I wish I wasn’t about to do this naked. I wish I could have the time to throw Ash his t-shirt. I wish I knew where my underwear landed.
But alas.
“When were you gonna tell me?” I stare Ash down.
“Tell you what?”
“That you proposed?”
Realisation dawns in his eyes and Ash jumps up. He waffles around the room in silence for a beat, then starts picking up our clothes from the floor bit by bit. He folds them neatly, eyes focused on nothing in particular.
“What was I supposed to do? You lost all of your memories. I thought that was the reason.” His voice is hard as he gathers the discarded condom and the tissues.
I follow Ash to the bathroom where he drops everything in the trash and then back to the bedroom.
“Can you stop for a second?”
