The bright light coming from the window wakes me up, and I push my head into the pillow hoping to fall back asleep. The pillow feels different. I reach out and touch it. It's so soft, too soft for it to be mine.

It smells so good that I breath in deeply, pulling the scent in through my nose. The scent of Christian, my mind tells me, memories of last night resurfacing.

I turn my head to find the bed empty, and I realize I'm face down in the bed with my rear exposed.

I'm still completely naked and Christian is not here. What does this man have against sleep?

I turn around and sit up, the San Diego skyline visible from the large window. I get out of bed as my legs shake a little, all thanks to the interesting things we did last night. I walk over to the large double doors' closet and open them. I stop, taking in all the suits, shirts, ties, and shoes. His wardrobe is perfectly in line, I wonder if he has someone tidy up after him. Think Ana, I bet he just waves his hand and everything gets clean and tidy. I'm suddenly reminded of Disney's Fantasia with the brooms and it makes me giggle alone in his room. I reach up and grab one of his shirts, a crisp, neat white one. Slipping it on I decide to go look for him.

I head out of the bedroom still buttoning up the shirt. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and pad over silently, my bare feet on the cool marble floor; my insoles still tingling from last night.

I see him wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt and black jogging bottoms that hang so incredibly low on his hips. He has his back to me and I stare open mouthed, he's cooking. Christian Grey, the world famous magician, is cooking. For me, for us. I move closer wanting to see this up close.

I slide onto one of the barstools and place my head in my hands watching my man.

He moves so effortlessly, going from one task to another without turning around, reminding me of his stage persona, expert and in control. It seems like he likes to always be in control of everything, I wonder why. My inner angel tells me he is a control freak. I pay no attention to her and focus on my inner devil that has her eyes fixed on his rear while she thinks back to last night. I'm still in the delicious moment when he turns to me holding the pan.

"Ana." He almost jumps in surprise as I smile up at him.

"Morning handsome", I say through dreamy eyes as my mind has not yet removed the image of us from last night.

"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed." He offers.

"Well, I'm up now unless you want to take me back to bed." I see him freeze as his breath hitches.

His gaze goes from happy and playful to smoldering and hot in the blink of an eye. His gaze bores into mine and I consider just letting him take me right here on the counter. He smiles through the gaze.

"I'm making pancakes. Then I have something very important for us to do." He says before turning away to finish the task.

My inner angel has had her interest piqued and drops her book to listen to him.

Less than ten minutes later we are eating next to each other on the bar stools. Christian has finished while I'm cleaning the last of the food.

"So you liked my cooking then?" He seems pleased with himself.

"I've had better." I can't help but tease him. I feel his eyes studying me. I look back at him, first at his eyes, then down to those delicious lips.

"How did you feel about last night?" He asks carefully. I think back to it.

Confronting him about wiping my memory, my memories coming back or the explosive sex that we had? One thought springs to mind first.

"I want you to promise never to wipe my memory again, no matter what happens. Christian, it's unfair." I plead to him. His gaze shifts and I can see the worry.

"I didn't want you to feel any pain. The last four days have been awful for me. I didn't want that for you." He pleads his case.

"That is not for you to decide. Now promise me?" He bows his head in defeat and then looks up into my eyes.

"Okay, I promise I won't do it again."

"Why did you do it in the first place?" I ask him. My inner angel wants some answers and she is going to get them.

"Your father and Kate." He replies like it explains everything.

What? Doesn't he like my father or Kate? How could he not like them? They mean so much to me.

"You don't like them?" I nervously ask. He shakes his head.

"No Ana, it's not like that. I think they are great. It's what they said about us." He answers. I try to think back to what would trigger him to wipe my mind.

"Your father called us love birds, and Kate called us lovers. Ana, I can't love. I can never find love." The words surprise me and I can't help but giggle.

"Christian they weren't serious. You don't know them that well yet." He looks down to his plate searching for something.

"But what we had on the piano..." He says barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Christian that was beautiful, intimate, in the moment." He looks up at me and the worry on his face tells me what he was thinking.

"You thought we made love?" I ask, knowing his answer.

"Ana, I can never fall in love. I don't want you to think of us as lovers."

"Why? Christian. Why don't you feel like you can love?" I plead with him. Praying I can open him up and get to the truth.

"Ana I can't tell you." His words spill out weakly.

"So there is a reason you won't love?" I ask.

"There is a reason I can't fall in love. Please, Ana let this go." He gazes at me pleading with his beautiful eyes.

I want to push him and demand he tell me why. My inner angel is screaming at me to ask more questions, but another part of me is scared. What if I push him to far, what if he leaves me and I will understand the pain he went through during those four days apart. Maybe he will open up to me when he is ready. I pray for that day to come until then I want to be here with him.

"Okay." It's my soft and simple reply to everything we spoke about.

(So it seems some of you have your answer as to why he wiped her mind. Now that still opens up a bigger question why can't Christian love? Thank you for all of your kind comments about my last chapter. Does anyone want to guess as to why are magic man can't fall in love?

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