I couldn't even think of sleep. From what the doctor told me… I had missed a lot. I had amnesia and it wouldn't go away for a while. My ribs hurt, but all they could do for me was give me pain killers. From the moment I left the hospital… being alone in the car with Mr. Toretto was a little intimidating. He kept looking me over. He looked like he wanted to hold me. He felt bad I guess, that I couldn't remember anything. When we pulled up a driveway of an older home I asked, "Is this your house?"

He looked at me a little strange, but then nodded. He didn't have a lot to say. "How long have you lived here?" I asked as he unbuckled the seat belt for me and helped me out.

"Since I was little," he said helping me out of the car.

"You've kept it unique. I like it."

"You… never mind… c'mon let's get you up to bed," he said wrapping his arm around me and holding my hand with the other. "Don't want you to fall," he said when I looked at him strange, but I fell into his embrace and let him help me upstairs.

No one was there and the room I was in couldn't have been mine because there was men's clothing all around it. I saw my jewelry box on top of the dresser and some of my pictures from the past. I even saw little Emma and a picture of some friends from high school. Then I saw one that scared me. It was of Mr. Toretto and me kissing.

His warm mouth caressing mine in a kiss that takes the breath away and leaves you wanting more. His tongue searching my mouth, but I pull back knowing I can not go on. Yet.

I smile looking at the picture, but I shake my head. It couldn't have been me. I never kissed my boss. I couldn't of. But where did that memory come from? It had to of been real. I mean… could it be my emotions playing tricks on me? Or is that why Dom cares for me so much? This is all too confusing.

"Izzy? Why aren't you in bed? Is it too cold?" Mr. Toretto asked standing at the doorway. More like encompassing it. He was looking at me and there was such hurt in his eyes.

"No… I was just looking at pictures. How old is this one?" I ask holding up the one of him and me kissing.

A smile comes over him and he strides over and plops on the bed. "That was just two weeks ago. You got so mad at Mia for taking it. We were supposed to be going to get bread out of the car and she caught us making out," a smile stayed on his lips as he remembered.

"I'm sorry… I don't… remember… did we… I mean have we…" I am so flustered I sit down.

The smile leaves his lips and he scoots off the bed and sits on the floor across from me. "You'll remember soon. Don't dwell on it. It will come back, but no, not yet. We… you wanted us to two nights ago, but something happened and we didn't. Don't worry about that now. It will be all ok soon. I am not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. It's just…" his lips parted and he leaned forward…

AUTHOR"S NOTE! Dun Dun Dun!!! Hehehehe. Sorry it has been so long. Drama. Too much to talk about. So R&R and tell me if I need to keep going on this. I gotta run. Got a headache and an appointment. Later