Hey all I am really sorry for not updating sooner. I have been ill and have really been doing nothing but sleeping. I am so overwhelmed with all the support this story is getting. You all are great.

Christian turns around and I can tell that his body is still really tense after his fight with my replacement. I can't help but be a little bit happy about this. Plus she was not allowed to touch him. I am a little confused though he does sleep shirtless so how do they sleep in the same bed. Well he does have nightmares so he sleeps only for a few hours.

When he looks at me with anger on his face. He must have thought that I was Leila because when he focuses on me fully he goes from angry to worry.

Wow this dream must have been really shaken him. Looking at him closer I can see that he has dark circles under his eyes. So my guess that he was getting a few hours of sleep was wrong. It looks like he is getting less than that. This means that his dreams are worse than before.

"Ana why are you awake?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing, but I heard you and Leila talking so I heard that you were hanging a nightmare."

"Wait so you heard us. We didn't wake you did we?" He sounds so concerned.

"No, I was reading when I heard you guys. Is everything ok? I ask hoping not. I want him to open up to me. Does that make me a bad person?

"Yea everything is OK now. I was having nightmares. I do t really sleep well. Never have. I'm really sorry that you had to hear all of that."

"It's okay"

"So you heard what she said about you?" I just nod my head. "She's not really like this. My family and her have never really got no long."

"Yeah, I could sense that Mia didn't like her very much. I understand that can cause a rift between people."

"Yeah it's a little hard. Mia and I are very close. So having her not likely Leila complicates things between us sometimes." I listen as he talks about the hardship of Mia not liking my replacement. All I can think is that even though I have been gone Mia has always been there sticking up for me and her own way. "You know what I mean?"

"Yea. So what are you doing up here?"

" I was going to get some work done."

"Oh then don't let me keep you." I start to turn but he puts his hand on my shoulder. I can feel the tingles running through my body. When I turn around he is staring at me very intensely. He feels something. I know that he does.

"Ok yeah. I'm not tired anyway."

"Come on." He takes my hand and pulled me into his old room. Maybe this wasn't to the best idea. The last time I was in this room he was sending me away. As I looked around the room nothing has changed.

"Nice room." I say.

"Thanks. My mom doesn't really like go change anything in our rooms"

"That's nice when I moved out my mom turned my room unto her craft room. So when I go home I share a room with a sewing machine and a crafting table." This got a laugh out of him. I missed that laugh.

"Must have some interesting chats at night with you roommates." He playful. I like it.

"You know it. The sewing machine always had an attitude. Well it's nice that your mom wanted to preserve you childhood."

"Yea she is the best. You both seem to be getting along." You have no idea.

"Hey do you mind if I ask you a personal question? I know we just met each other."

"Yea sure."

"What was your nightmare about?" I asked hoping he will open to me. He was always do comfortable with me.

"It's not something I normally I talk about but it seems I am doing a lot of first today." I gave him a questioning look.

"I have never brought a girl in here before."

"Really not even Leila?"

"Nope it had never felt right. So why not. When I was a kid I was abused by my birth mom's pimp. He would use me as an ashtray." Of course I knew this, but I started to crying. This always makes me cry every time I think about it. "But then the dream shifts and then it gets better. I see blue eyes. Vivid blue eyes. Then I see a girl with brown hair walking away from me. I scenes that she is sad. That's when the dreams get weird. She starts talking trying to tell me something but it's like the words are never heard. This may sound weird but you kind of look like the girl from my dream." Could he be dreaming about me? Is his subconscious trying to tell him something?

"No I don't think that it's weird at all."

"For the last five years I feel like everyone has been keeping something from me." I know what the secret is.

"You had some accident right?"

"Yea car accident."

What happened after the accident?

I was in the hospital for a couple of months. They told me I had amnesia. all of this was 5 years ago, I still feel like there are things in my life that I need to remember but I just can't.

Wow I couldn't imagine what that's like. But you remember all the important people right I like your family and friends.

And I remember all the important people but I still feel like there's something that I'm missing something that this huge in my life. My family they won't talk about it. the doctor says it's not a good idea to push. That it could delay my recovery. But I mean it's been five years, if I was meant to remember I would have remembered by now.

Maybe, maybe not. And he's at the very second thing things will reveal themselves when they're supposed to be revealed. maybe at this point you need a little push." Christian just looks at me like I just gave him the most wonderful idea in the world. "What do I know? I'm no doctor."

"Actually maybe that just what I need."

That is something you should talk to you mom about." I look over at his music collection. I need to change the subject. It is too late at night to be having this conversation. This needs to be be taking tackled in the daylight hours. "Nice music collection. Let me guess you play the piano"

"Yea how did you know?"

"Not like it was hard to guess. Most of your classical music is piano. You have composition paper in the corner. This means you like to compose music and you have piano books sitting on your desk over there."

"Wow not bad." He sounds impressed. When I turn around to look at him I lose my footing and start to fall to the floor. Christian runs over to me to try on catch me, but we both end up on the floor with me on top of him. I don't try to make any movements because I want to see if he will revive my touch well. After the accident he wouldn't let anyone touch him. We tried to tell him who I was and that he could revive my touch with no problem but he didn't want to believe it. So here I am sitting on top of my ex fiancée. Trying, hoping that this will spark something. After a few seconds when I don't feel him tense up I got my answer but just like the last time he pulls me back down on to him.

"Wait don't move. It doesn't burn."

"What doesn't burn?"

"Usually when people touch my back or my chest i have this burning sensation, but I am not feeling that right now in fact t it tingles." He looks into my face with at first a confused look but then that changes to wonder. Just like the first time. "Leila can't even touch me."

"That's really weird" not really though.

"Do you mind if we try something?" I shake my head no. He is going to take me to his bed and make me lay down with him. He will want to see if it was some fluke." Do you think we could try that again?"

"Sure!" Any excuse to have him hold me again. It has been too long. Tonight he will be in my arms and not hers.

We move over to bed just to get more comfortable. He takes my hand and put it on his chest. He holds it there for a couple of seconds. When his body doesn't tense he takes my other hand and does the same thing.

This experiment went on for a good twenty minutes. Christian was getting even more amazed at the fact that could someone could actually touch him with it burning. By the time we are done he Hass me laying next to him with my hand and head laying on his chest. I really don't even care if this is consider appreciate or not because I can't move nor do I want to. I am right where I want to be. I never forgot how it felt to be held by him. He keeps talking about how it is that someone can actually touch him. Also, now he understands why cuddling is a popular thing because it really does feel good. Christians not talking just lying there with me. He is so quiet that I think he is sleeping.

It is comforting to know that while his mind may not remember me his body still does. That is something I can work with. When I do look up at him he is in fact sleeping. So just my presences alone can still calm him enough to sleep. Knowing that his body can still recognize me give me the renewed hope that maybe by using touch I can trigger some of his memories of us. I am going to have to talk to Kate in the morning. I am so going to be taking her up on her offer to help me get Christian back. This is not going to be easy at all and Leila seems to be very determined to have him. Morally I should feel bad about steeling someone's future husband away from them. Well you know what they say alls fair in love, and this is going to be a war. Leila seems to already dislike me; well she is going to all out hate me by the time this is done. He starts to snore. This is how I always knew that he was in a deep sleep. This makes me start to think about the very first time that we figured out that he could really only except my touch fully. He would come over few days and would just sit there with me and talk. I remember when I ask him if I could try and touch him again. He was hesitant at first but finally in the end let me.

We had spent a lot of the night having me touch him for different lengths of time he never tensed when I touched him.

"Ana, you have no idea how good this actually feels."

"You would be right about that. With the espresso on you face us any indication then it is a really good thing."

"Yea I pick fights at school because that is the only kind of touch I can handle. Pain. I felt that the was only kind of touch that I could handle so this is all very new to me."

"Well if you are up to it maybe we can work on your touch issue. I know we don't really know each other that well but I would like to help you."

"Why would you want to help me?"

"Because everyone should be able to hug their own mother Christian."

"I don't need your charity."

"It's not charity. You have been really kind to me over the last couple of days. So I thought maybe this could be my way of repaying you. I mean I know it is not your idea of a perfect day sitting here babysitting me."

"Ana, spending time with you over the last couple if days has been the best time I have had around another person in a very long time. So yea I think it would be good if we gave it a shot. If it doesn't work then we can go back to the go areas."

I'm snapped out of my out of my dream with a loud snore in my ear. I look up at Christian. He has a smile on his face. He must be dreaming good dreams. I lay my head back down and listen to his heart.

The next thing I know is that o am being woken up by a loud gasp coming from the door way.

"What the hell!?"