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As they walked into the lobby of her bed and breakfast, the desk clerk looked up.
"Hey, it's the guy from the video."
Peter raised his eyebrows. "What video?"
Claire waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."
He followed her down the hallway, and watched as she unlocked the door to her room.
She stepped inside, turned on a light, and returned to the door. "Thanks for walking me home."
He nodded. "I guess I'll see you in the morning?"
She smiled slightly. "Yeah, I'll be at the tavern after breakfast."
He nodded, and then leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Goodnight."
She closed the door, and walked over to her bed, dropping onto it heavily.
She kicked off her shoes, and yanked off her jacket, frowning at the rip in the sleeve, courtesy of the burly Irishman.
Tossing the jacket on a nearby chair, she was rummaging through her bag for her pajamas when there was a sharp knock on her door.
Figuring it was the desk clerk checking on her, she didn't bother to look through the peephole.
When she opened the door, her mouth dropped open. "Peter? What…"
She was cut off by his mouth slamming into hers roughly.
Her head banged back into the door, and she gasped.
Peter kissed her furiously, as she backed into the room.
He kicked the door shut behind them, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up until her legs wrapped around his waist.
She ran her hands across his chest, to the top button on his shirt. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned his shirt, and then slid her hands across the newly exposed skin.
He trembled at her hands pressed against his skin, and laid her carefully on the bed.
Discarding his shirt, he undid the button and zipper of her jeans, tugging them off and tossing them to the side.
He kicked off his shoes, and then removed his own jeans, joining her on the bed.
He leaned down, his mouth devouring hers again.
She sat up and yanked her shirt off before moving to lie on top of him.
He groaned at the feel of her bare legs tangled up with his own, and moved his mouth to her neck.
Claire had always wanted to know what it would feel like to have Peter make love to her.
Now it appeared she would get her wish.
Claire awakened to an empty bed.
She sat up quickly, and was relieved to see Peter standing by the window. "Peter?"
He turned to her, smiling. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."
She ran a hand through her messy hair. "It's okay."
She patted the bed beside her, and he walked over to sit down.
She leaned in and kissed him sweetly as he rested his hand on her neck. "Last night was amazing."
She blushed, nodding.
He brushed his thumb across one of her reddening cheeks. "Was it our first time?"
Claire nodded. "Yeah. Yeah it was."
He smiled. "I'm glad. I would've felt horrible if I couldn't remember our first time."
She lowered her head, clutching the thin sheet around her naked body. "Peter, what about Caitlin?"
He bit his lip, turning towards the window again.
"We never actually decided we were together. I don't know. But I do know that even though I don't remember my past with you, I want to have a future with you."
Claire's head shot up, and she had to fight to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Oh, Peter…" her voice came out in a whisper.
He turned to look at her again. "Claire, the second I met you at the tavern, I felt this connection with you. I don't know how to explain it, but when I saw you, I knew you were someone important."
Claire nodded slowly. "Trust me, I know the feeling."
She cleared her throat. "Um, I should take a shower, get dressed."
Peter nodded. "I need to go have a talk with Caitlin. I'll meet you back here in an hour or so?"
Claire nodded, and he kissed her forehead before getting up and walking to the door.
As the door shut behind him, Claire put her head in her hands. Oh, God. What have I done?
She walked over to her bag, fished her cell phone out, and dialed a familiar number.
It rang a few times before it was answered.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me."
Claire bit her lip. "Look, don't hang up Nathan. I…I have something to tell you."
There was silence for a second before she heard Nathan sigh heavily. "What is it, Claire?"
She took a deep breath. "Peter's alive."
The tavern was empty when Peter walked in, but Caitlin was behind the counter.
She looked up, but frowned when she saw Peter. "You didn't come back last night. Rick said he saw you walk off with that blonde that came in and made you open the box."
Peter sighed, sitting on one of the stools at the counter. "She didn't make me open it, Caitlin. I just decided I couldn't run from the contents of a box anymore."
She crossed her arms over his chest. "But you're not denying that you walked off into the night with her. Did you sleep with her?"
Peter sighed and looked down at his hands, but didn't say anything.
Caitlin threw a glass against the wall, smashing it into tiny pieces. "You did. You slept with some girl you don't even know."
Peter stood up, the stool scraping loudly across the floor. "I do know her. Caitlin, the second I laid eyes on her, I knew she was someone that had been important to me. I can't explain it, but there was just a connection. Besides, she knows me. She knows who I am, she knows my family…"
Caitlin leaned on the bar, head in her hands.
"And what about us, Peter? What about our connection? You kissed me. Told me that you liked who you are now, and didn't want to know what was in the box. Then some pretty American comes waltzing in, smiles at ya, and not only did she get you to open the box, but you're sleepin' with her."
Peter scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry, Caitlin. I didn't mean to hurt you. But if there's a chance that I can get my memory back, that I can get my life back, then I need to take it. If I don't, Claire leaves, and I spend the rest of my life wondering who I really am."
Caitlin nodded slowly. "Good luck, Peter. Have a nice life."
With that, she stormed into a back room, slamming the door behind her.
Peter sighed heavily, grabbed his jacket, and walked out into the chilly morning air.
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