Page 17 of Never Let Me Go

“It’s surprisingly comfortable.” Reaching out, his eyes soften as he brushes a lock of dark hair out of my face and heat rises to my cheeks. “How did you sleep?”

I shrug. “Okay, I guess.”

“So what you mean is, you slept like shit.”

“I would ask you how you know that but you already seem to know everything about me,” I muse as I bring my cup to my lips and take a sip of my coffee. It’s exactly as I like it, reminding me again how unbalanced this relationship and my life is right now.

“That’s what happens when you live together, sweetheart.”

I nod, taking another sip of coffee. “I just wish I knew anything about you.”

“Baby,” he whispers, setting his cup down to turn to me and cup my cheek in his large hand. “You do know things about me and you’re going to start remembering more. Just be patient.”

“I don’t like being patient,” I mumble and he throws his head back with a laugh. Peeking up at him, I fight back a smile as the sound of his laughter washes over me. Maybe I don’t remember him and maybe I don’t remember anything about our life together but I can’t deny that there is something here.

“See, I learned that little tidbit on the very first night we met. I asked for your number, you gave it to me and told me that you had no patience. You said if I tried doing that stupid thing where I made you wait three days before I called you, you’d block my number and never speak to me again.”

I hide my face behind my coffee cup as I fight back a smile. “God, I sound like a terror.”

“No, baby. It was incredibly sexy. So sexy, in fact, that I could barely wait until the next morning to call,” he answers, his eyes sparkling as he turns toward me on his barstool and pulls me closer. “I think I started falling in love with you that first night.”

“I wish I could remember.”

He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “You will. Oh, and before I forget, I got you something.”

“You did?” I ask. He nods as he turns back toward the counter and grabs a phone.

“It’s not anything big but your phone was destroyed in the crash and I thought you’d like to be in touch with the real world again.”

He hands it to me and I stare down at it for a second, searching for a way to turn it on but nothing happens. I glance up at Gavin as he grins.

“Swipe up on the screen.”

I do as he says and a lock screen pops up on the phone, prompting me for my password. I look to him again.

“Your birthday.”

Nodding, I enter the code and smile when the phone unlocks, revealing a gorgeous photo of the view out of my bedroom windows at night. Scanning the home screen, I notice the eighteen unread texts and fifty missed calls before my gaze lands on the one hundred and fifty-three unread emails.

“Oi,” I whisper as I set it down on the counter. Gavin chuckles as he stands up from his barstool.

“I guess that’s what happens when the boss bails out on work for three weeks.”

I nod, eyeing my phone. “Guess so. Maybe I should get back to work.”

“Absolutely not,” he growls, stepping up next to me and wrapping his arms around me. “You need to rest and recover. Nico is handling business while you’re away so I don’t want you worrying about a thing.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumble, feeling relieved that I don’t need to focus on running a business I don’t know anything about. He leans down and presses his lips to the top of my head before taking a step back.

“I have to run into work for a little over half the day but then I’ll be back here with you.”

“Okay… um, what exactly do you do?”

He grins as he slips his phone into his pocket. “Investment banking. It’s very exciting.”

“Sounds like it.” I lean back on the barstool and take a sip of my coffee. His gaze drops to my lips for a second before he checks his watch and sighs.

“I’ve got to get going. You want me to bring anything home for dinner?”