The next morning when I left the apartment I found Christian waiting for me in the car. He opened the door for me and drove to the museum. This also became a routine. Every day he would wait for me in the morning and bring me back in the afternoon. So, a week passed and the truth is that my leg thanked him. On Sunday I got up early and went for a walk in central park, and the truth was that my leg didn't hurt, I got to the museum and went back. At least this was something. And even though I had gotten used to Christian waiting for me every day, I liked more walking to work. I went back to the apartment and found Kate staring at me strangely.
—What are you doing up so early?
—I went for a walk, got to the museum and went back, and my leg didn't hurt. —I said to her, very animated, and she smiled with me.
—I'm so glad, we have to celebrate.
—I don't like your celebrations. —I said, framing an eyebrow.
—But you'll like this one, we're going to a club you know very well.
In the evening we got into Kate's car and headed for the nightclub, which was none other than the one we went to celebrate our graduation. Just like that time, Elliot met us and entered us. The club was still noisy and the lights were blinding you at times, while the temperature was slowly rising. Elliot led us to the VIPs and then said goodbye to us.
—See you later, I have some business to attend to around here. —he said over the music and after he kissed Kate and brought us a pitcher of margarita he left.
We stayed there for a while, drinking and enjoying the music until Kate stared at me.
—Let's dance. —she said as we both got up and headed towards the dance floor.
It was hot, and the lights made it feel much more. As we danced the temperature increased. And between each song we went for another margarita or a beer. I just had to remember not to drink so much. We had been dancing for a while, we had gone back to the table to rest for a while and refresh ourselves with a beer when Elliot came back to us, but he was not alone.
—I hope you don't mind any more company. —he said as I looked at Christian next to him.
He was wearing a white shirt with the two upper buttons unbuttoned, tight jeans and black converse. His hair fell on his face as he smiled sideways. And as it always happened to me when I watched him my breathing started to accelerate. I had to admit the obvious he looked fucking sexy dressed like that and while smiling at me in a ravishing way. Christian was hot and in that tight white shirt made me think about what he would look like without it on. I think alcohol was already beginning to affect my thoughts. I had to get those thoughts out of my mind. Christian was my boss, I didn't think it was right. Even though I knew we had been together, to me it was like I was meeting him.
—Let's dance, I need to clear my mind. —Elliot shouted to Kate as he dragged her onto the dance floor.
Christian sat next to me and for a while we stood there with none of us saying anything at all.
—Do you want to dance? —he asked me to turn towards him.
He looked at me with a big smile while he was standing next to me offering me his hand. And I didn't think about it. I wanted to touch his hand again and see if the same thing would happen again. But nothing. When I took his hand, the well-known electric current ran through me, but nothing else, no memory. He took me to the dance floor and we danced to the rhythm of house music.
It was late when we left the club and to our surprise when we left it was raining. We stood under the awning at the entrance to the club while we waited for the rain to subside a little as it was very intense. A chill ran through my body as some cold air blew in.
—Are you cold? —Christian asked me next to me.
And before I answered him, he was putting his arm over my shoulders and attaching me more to his body. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist. His body was warm and I felt comfortable there. The water continued to fall heavily, apparently it wouldn't stop raining all night.
—We'd better get the cars. —Elliot said as he reached out to Kate to give her the keys.
After giving it to him, Elliot and Christian ran out in the rain in search of the cars.
—I know it would be a lot to ask, but you can go back to Christian. —Kate asked me when they left.
And I didn't think much about it. I couldn't refuse her request. She had done so much for me since the accident, that she had almost no time alone with Elliot. So the fairest thing would be to please her...
—There's no problem Kate. —I said to her as she hugged me happily.
That's when the cars arrived and after saying goodbye to Kate I ran to Christian's car. As soon as I got into this one, he stared at me, surprised by my presence.
—Would you mind taking me home? —I asked him while he smiled slightly.
—No, not at all. —he said as he was accelerating his car to my apartment.
Christian turned on the car's heater and I started to warm up. When I got to my apartment it was still raining heavily so Christian drove the car into the underground parking lot. I turned to watch him park the car. He was completely wet. His hair was stretched backwards, completely wet, although some locks were stuck to his face. I couldn't let him leave like that.
—We're going to get you out of those wet clothes.
—It's not necessary, Anastasia, I'll do it when I get home.
—I don't want you to catch a cold because of me, and you've been wearing those wet clothes for a long time. —I told him, removing the key from the ignition and getting out of the car to prevent him from leaving like that.
Christian had no choice but to go up to my apartment with me. I tried to look away from him as we walked towards the elevator, but it was impossible. The elevator arrived and we entered, closing the doors with just the two of us inside. His shirt was completely attached to his body like a second skin making his muscles stand out underneath it. Christian caught my gaze with his and smiled at me a moment before I took my gaze away from his body.
—I don't mind you looking. —he said to me, making me look at his face again this time.
—Why not? —I asked him, losing myself for a moment in his penetrating, deep grey gaze.
—Because I also like to look at you, and even if you don't remember, you've seen everything under my shirt. —he said to me while I was blushing.
Then I was curious about his comment, I knew we were engaged, although I didn't remember it, but there was something I had never asked him and I had never been told about it. I just remembered that I had never been able to sleep with anyone. So I had to know, I had to get out of the doubt. Although everything must go on as usual, it was impossible that it would have been any different with him.
—Can I ask you something? —I said to him as we got out of the elevator.
—Whatever you want. —he said to me as we arrived at the door of my apartment and I opened it.
—Wait, I'll get you some clothes. —I told him when we were in the living room as I was going to my room.
I took out of the closet a shirt that I thought belonged to him, and I took a towel from the bathroom to dry it. Then I went back to the room where Christian was exactly where I had left him. I offered him the towel and gave him the shirt. I couldn't think much more about what I wanted to ask him, or I never would, that's what I was going to do.
—As you know, I don't remember anything about our relationship. —I said to him as I watched him take off his shirt and start drying off with the towel.
At that moment I swallowed dry when I saw him without a shirt. I assumed he was muscular, but to see him now in front of me as he dried his hair and then began to dry his body was something completely different. At that moment I couldn't coordinate the words. I took my gaze away from him in order to concentrate.
—I'd like to know if we've slept together. —I asked him while he stared at me, still without a shirt, and he smiled slightly.
He took the dry shirt and began to put it on at the same time as he was answering me.
—Yes, we slept together. —he answered me as he finished putting on his unbuttoned shirt.
Now that he had cleared my doubt, I was much more nervous than before when I didn't know.
—I'm going to make a hot chocolate. —I said to him as I was on my way to the kitchen to try to take away from my thoughts the image of Christian without a shirt and clear my mind of what I had just known.
I had just discovered that I was not a virgin and did not remember. I didn't remember what my first time was like. That was something I would have liked to remember. After preparing the chocolate mugs I headed for the living room where Christian was sitting on the sofa. I sat next to him, though a little separated from him as I offered him a cup.
—Thank you. —he said to me as he took the cup from my hands, rubbing his fingers lightly against mine.
But this time nothing happened either, only that current running through my body. He stared at me as I took the chocolate and I had to take my gaze away from him. His grey gaze was very disturbing to me.
—Didn't you remember anything else? —he asked me suddenly.
—No. —I answered him while I put my cup on the little table so that the chocolate would cool down a little and he would stare at me with curiosity and intrigue.
—When you remembered it was when you took my hand, right? —he asked me while I nodded. —Can I try something? —he said to me as he sat next to me.
—What are you going to do? —I asked him, as my breathing accelerated because of its proximity.
I could feel the magnetism between us, the physical attraction, the chemistry.
—I just want to try one thing. —he said, taking my hands into his own.
His touch was warm and I began to feel that current start to run through my body slowly expanding in all directions.
—Do you remember anything? —he said to me as I looked at our hands together.
—No, nothing. —I answered him as he began to slide his fingers across the palm of my hand.
—And now? —he said to me as the blood in my veins began to warm up. But nothing was happening yet.
—Nothing, I'm sorry. —I answered him as I stared him in the eyes.
And he stared at me, his eyes fixed on mine.
—Maybe I have to do something else. Can I try anything else? —he said to me as my heart was pounding hard on my chest.
—Do you think I'll remember anything?
—I don't know, but I'd like to try. —he answered me sincerely.
—If it doesn't work... —but he interrupted me.
—If it doesn't work then I won't try anything else. —he said as he raised one hand and stroked my cheek making me close my eyes to the warm touch of his hand.
When I opened my eyes his face was a few centimetres from mine.
—What are you going to do? —I asked him nervously as I lost myself in his grey eyes.
—One last try for you to remember me, if you don't remember anything with a kiss, then I'll disappear from your life. I don't want to be near you, not when you don't remember anything about us. —he said to me as he brought his lips closer to mine at every moment.
And as strange as it seemed to me at that moment, I closed my eyes waiting for his kiss. I could feel his breath as they got closer to mine, I could feel his warmth. As soon as his lips touched mine it was a direct short circuit to my brain, then I remembered...