A/N: Hello everyone and welcome back! I wanted to update sooner (like yesterday) but, FF wanted to be a butt! Also, I wasn't 100% happy with the chapter a couple of days ago, and I'm still not. Ugh! Anywhoo, thank you for continuing to support my story! I read every review/PM, and I just want to thank you all :)

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Chapter 6 - Losing It All

TPOV

You can say after Rose, and I verbally agreed to our arrangement, things have been smooth sailing between one another. We've mainly just had scenes at the Power Exchange. Rose managed to get us the private room every time we would; I wonder if she's best friends with the owner or something.

It's been everything I imagine it to be, well, besides the fact that she's still very adamant about keeping the blindfold on when we'd scene... other than that, she's been amazing during our scenes in a private room, and in the privacy of a hotel room.

Nonetheless, I love being hers and only hers.

After a month of our arrangement, I began to see her relax and get more comfortable with me. I'm so happy about that. It took us awhile, but we eventually got there. We even had sex, which is something she said she didn't plan on doing. I don't know why; she's a fucking natural. And, she's the one that initiated it, I was surprised. Even then, I still followed all of her commands because I understood her need to be in control; it radiated off of her body, her attitude, and her presence. From then forward we'd make love more than we fucked. And we'd make love more than having a scene. It was blissful for me. She was the first woman I loved having vanilla with. I loved being her submissive, but I think I loved just being her Trevor, more.

We argued a lot during the beginning, and sometimes it would hurt when she would dismiss my thoughts and feelings.

But, the one thing that always bothered me the most was the distance that Rose would put between the both of us. And right when I thought I put a wall down, I was utterly wrong, and it's up higher than I'd ever imagined. What happened to her? Why are her walls so high? It seems like they'll never go down. It bothered me a lot, and that's just putting it mildly.

But, I knew I still loved her.

And I knew she was still mine.

She was always mine since we were teenagers.

xxx xxx

Months into our arrangement, I decided to propose that we try to pursue something more. She's the first person I've ever wanted to be within this way. She was reluctant about it at first, but she loosened up and got somewhat okay with the idea. It wasn't easy, but so worth it.

Did she frustrate me? Yes.

Did I love her any less? No.

But, who knew that being in a "normal" relationship would be so hard? Was she always like this?

Because even with all these issues we've had, I still wanted to be with her. Whether that be in agreement or not, I'd take Rose anyway I could have her.

Distance or no distance between us.

I belong to her.

And she belongs to me.

Right?

xxx xxx

It's the morning after we spent a night at one of the hotel's that Rose books for us. And last night, while stuck in my thoughts about how much I don't know about Rose, and why things are the way that they are; I got a call from a client out in Portland. After an hour, I had a flight booked and explained it all to Rose. I needed to travel for this case, and I also felt like I needed to take some space away from Rose. She's consumed my every waking thought, and I still wanted more from her. My day was never complete without her; I ached for her touch, I needed to hear her voice, and I loved her… so much. I wanted more, so much more out of what we share.

I didn't want just to be Domme and sub, boyfriend and girlfriend; I wanted her to be as much mine as I am hers, which is all of me.

Since she was that shy, timid thirteen-year-old girl, she had my heart.

Every fiber of my being, it was all hers.

I just hope she'd want to be mine.

I've got time to work it all out; I'll be gone for hopefully a week, tops. I put on my coat and walk out of the bedroom. "I'm going now, babe," I tell Rose as I stand at the end of the couch.

"Why do you insist on these lovey-dovey nicknames?" She looks at me puzzled, and I shrug it off.

"I love calling you these names, my love," I tell her lovingly, in hopes that she'll warm up to the idea.

"I guess?" She says confused. "Well, I don't want you to go; I need you. What am I going to do for a whole week?" She pouts, as she's sipping on her morning coffee on the couch.

She's so cute.

"I have work to do, you know… my job?"

"Are you being smart, Trevor?" She eyes me.

"Never, babe," I smirk, "you have a job too, you know?"

"That's what I thought." She says, and she saunters up to me and binds my hands over my head. "I know I have a job. But, I also have another job, and that's to make sure I take care of what's mine." She grabs hold of my cock and begins to stroke it, while my manhood is confined in my slacks. After a few stroke, she kisses me possessively on the lips, and desire courses through my body. I love this woman so much. It's an all-consuming and breathtaking type of kiss. "You better come back soon, baby. I'll miss you, these fucking lips of yours, your huge cock, and this impressive body way too fucking much." She kisses my neck, and I have to purse my lips to stifle a groan. "Don't fucking pleasure yourself while you're gone, unless I give you permission to, do you understand?" She says as she trails kisses along my jaw and nips at my ear.

God… call me baby again.

"Ye-ye-yes, Goddess." I moan. Fuck. I'll never be able to leave at this rate.

"Give me your tie." She commands, and I loosen it from my neck and hand it to her. "Go stand by the bed, eyes closed, head downcast, and hands behind your back." She commands, and I damn near run to the bed. She knows exactly what I need.

We need this.

"Yes, please, Goddess." I quickly walk to the bed and get into the position she told me.

"Hmmm." I hear her walk into the room, but I can't see her. She walks around me, and I feel her secure handcuffs on my hands behind my back, I gasp at how cold they feel. "I'm going to blindfold you as well." He tells me as she begins to cover my eyes with the tie I handed to her.

"Permission to speak, Goddess." She stops midway.

"Go ahead, pet."

"Why do you keep me blindfolded and bound if we're doing vanilla?" I ask hesitantly.

"Because I want to. I thought you understood this? We talked about it. Is there something wrong, Trevor?"

"No. Well, I was just wondering because I've never seen you naked. Also, I've never been able to touch you," I answer honestly. "And I want to."

"Do you now," I gasp as I feel her lips on my chest.

"Ye-ye-yes, Goddess." I groan while feeling her pepper kisses all over my upper chest.

"Not yet, Trevor. And I don't know if ever. I just don't feel comfortable. Do you understand?" But, why?

"I understand, Goddess." I lie. I want to know, but I don't want to push her. I guess I can continue to keep it to myself and save it for another time. "Do you think maybe… you could, uh, ah, take off the handcuffs?" I rush out. "I won't touch you where you don't want me to, I promise. I will keep my hands on your waist." I plead with my eyes, "I held you on your waist even if it wasn't for that long when we first kissed eight years ago." I smile at the memory and open my eyes.

Fuck, her eyes are just magnificent.

I can't get over them.

She stares at me, and it makes me nervous. I see an array of emotions pass through those beautiful blue eyes, and then a small smile creeps up on her face. "I remember," she whispers. "I guess, but you must keep your hands where I guide them, nowhere else, do you understand?" She says, changing her tone of voice.

"Yes, Ro-" she gives me a pointed look, while I look at her confused?

"Let's just… try to be Trevor and Ana right now, okay? We'll… try." She tells me in the most uncomfortable voice; it's almost as if she's forcing herself to say these words.

Ana? She's never asked me to call her Ana. I've always been accustomed to calling her Rose.

But, I smile anyways.

She nods at me approvingly and goes to the dim the lights to low. Fuck, why? I give her a confused look, and she just gives me a begging look to not question her, so I choose not to. She approaches me and then begins to take off the handcuffs, but covers my eyes the tie. One thing at a time, Trevor. I remind myself.

Does this mean she's willing to try more… for us?

"Lay back, baby," she says, and I have a massive grin on my face. Damnit, she knows that I love that. I lay back onto the bed and get comfortable. Then, I feel her unbutton and unzip my trousers and pull them down alongside my underwear.

My erections springs to life.

I feel her lubricate my dick with her hot, tight mouth, and then I feel most of the weight of her petite body on my lower body. "I'm going to give you the ride of your life, baby." Suddenly, I feel her small hands around my dick, and she holds it right at her entrance. Just a few seconds later, she slams down hard on my dick with her slippery, wet folds, and I hiss in pleasure. "Put your hands on my waist, slowly, please!" She tells me as I hesitantly rest my hands softly at her waist. I feel her tense, but then begin to relax after she takes a few deep breaths.

She begins to ride my dick, hard with her hands flat against my chest. With how fast she's slamming down on my dick, I can tell how she's turned on by how much control she has over my body, over my orgasms, and over me.

All of me.

Fuck! Feeling her walls around my dick is fucking euphoric.

I love it.

"Dig your nails into my skin, Trevor. Do it, hard." She commands, and I do just that, "harder," she says, and I dig my nails into her, but afraid that I may leave a mark on her white, creamy skin. "Fuck!" She says as she keeps bouncing on my dick. "Meet me, Trevor. Meet me thrust for thrust," she tells me, "Fuck me, Trevor," and I'm in total shock. She's never asked me to do anything like this before, but I'm all too happy to oblige.

I know vanilla sex is supposed to be natural, but Ana and I are anything but.

I love it when she tells me what to do and exactly how to do it.

I begin to lift the bottom half of my body, meeting her thrusts, fucking and loving her. It's so intense, and I feel like I'm going in deeper into her. "Yes, oh fucking hell, yes! That's it, baby, keep ramming your dick into me." She says, and it arouses me even more. I love it when she talks dirty to me as I'm fucking her like a madman. I feel my balls being to tingle, and I know I'm going to cum soon.

Suddenly, I feel her push my tie off of the top of my eyes, and I'm met with a dark shade of blue.

They're close to a pitch black.

It's full of carnal, pure lust, the need for our bodies to be connected as one.

I love it.

Goddamnit, she's fucking beautiful.

She stares my gray eyes down with her darkened blue ones and screams my name in pure ecstasy, as she then cums all over my dick.

After a few more thrusts, "Ana, I'm going to cum," I tell her as I slow down my movements, but surprisingly, she doesn't.

She is riding out her orgasm.

Fuck me…

"Cum inside me, Trevor. I want your hot, white cum deep inside of me," she says, and my body stills as I cum out of response. Fuck!

"Anastasia! Fuck, I love it when you ride me, baby." I say while I'm coming deep inside of her, and I have to catch my breath.

Everytime Ana and I have a scene, fuck, or make love… I'm always losing my breath.

She quickly takes the tie and puts it back over my eyes after we both calm down, and then slides off my flaccid dick. What the fuck? I have no idea why she never lets me see her naked. I should have taken the time to try and memorize her beautiful body, but instead, I was entranced by her dark, gorgeous eyes, I couldn't look away.

"Feel better?" She asks as she walks back into the room, lights back on with a soft, white baby pink cotton robe that practically covers her whole body and a washcloth in hand.

She begins to wipe me down while I answer, "yes, thank you." I stand up from the bed and grab my clothes from the ground and begin to put it on with a pout.

I know I'm acting like a kid, but I thought we were getting somewhere. But, I guess not.

"Ana?" I call her name as I button the cuffs on my button up.

"Yes?" She says, and she looks out the window of our hotel room, and I approach her slowly.

"Why did you tell me to fuck you?" I ask curiously. I'm confused by her actions, she's usually not like this, even when we do vanilla. But, this is the first time she proposed that we be 'Trevor and Ana,' it's clear that we don't even know how to do that. "I just want to know," I add.

"I just… I don't know. I wanted to feel you deeper within me. I feel this connection with you, Trevor. The connection we have, it's deeper than I've ever felt with anyone else. I guess I just wanted to see just how deep the connection between us goes. I've never let anyone do that, but with you, I'm willing to try." She explains while still looking out the window. "I know I don't share enough of myself with you, but I'm trying. I hope you can see that." She says as I see her bring her hand to her face, and I hear her sniffle, "or do I have it wrong?"

Fuck, is she crying?

"Oh, God! I have it wrong, don't I? I did it all wrong?" She says panicked. "Your silence… it tells me everything!" She screams.

I take a seat next to her, just wishing she would look at me, but she refuses. "Ana, baby… no, you're not wrong! This connection we share, it's special. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. You are so unique and special to me; I hope you know that. Our connection is deeper than the depths of the ocean, trust me when I say this." I tell her while reaching out for her hand, and instead of her hand, I'm met with a pair of sad, blue eyes.

"Are you sure that what I share with you… is enough?" She asks, and I caress her face with the back of my hand.

"Of course you are, Ana. You are everything to me." I tell her, and she closes her eyes.

"If you felt uncomfortable with what I was telling you to do during our vanilla sex, you can just tell me. I know we weren't in a scene... I just..." She trails off while opening up her eyes.

And to me, at this moment, I realize that she's trying to open up to me… more.

"I didn't feel uncomfortable, Ana. I love it when you tell me what to do, and when you are in control. Don't ever doubt that. Yes, I did enjoy it more, but that's simply because I felt you on a deeper level. Being able to look into your eyes..." I kiss her on the forehead.

We sit there for a few moments, and I realize that I still have to stop by my place before the airport. "Ana, I have to go. I'm so sorry that I have to go. But, I will be back. Don't worry," I stand up and put on my jacket, then walk towards the door with her behind me, holding my hand.

"Duty calls," she tells me sadly while we stand in front of the door. "Text me when you land, please."

"I will," I tell her and kiss her on the cheek.

"Good boy. Now, off you go." She gives me a long kiss on the lips, "I love you," I whisper against her lips.

"I love you, too," she tells me back and then begins to walk back to the couch.

Fuck, watching her ass sway makes my dick twitch in my trousers.

Fuck. Just hearing her say that she loves me makes me want to stay.

But, I have to leave.

xxx xxx

Three weeks later and I'm on the plane back home to Seattle, back to my girl.

I am exhausted, sexually frustrated, mentally drained, and I need a fucking scene, pronto.

I'm so excited, although she seemed anxious when I spoke to her.

Since the plane took off, it's been having a bunch of on and off turbulence; it's making me feel so uneasy. I'm sitting in my seat, eyes closed with a death grip on my thighs. This is fucking ridiculous.

After twenty minutes of straight turbulence, I decide to go to the restroom and wash my face and hands. I can't deal with this right now! The damned turbulence is making me sweat like a dog on a hot day. As I enter the bathroom and lock the door, I quickly turn the water on a wash my face with cold water. Suddenly, the plane is shaking very badly; I'm holding onto the sink in the restroom. I hear a ding happen, "ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem... All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them going again. Please try to remain calm and have your seatbelts fastened."

What the fuck? I grab a towel and wipe my face, then quickly exit the restroom. As I'm walking down the aisle, I see everyone trying to remain calm, but you can see it plain as day that they're freaking the fuck out. What the fuck is exactly happening? I'm so close to my seat when the plane begins to descend downward quickly, and I fall to the ground, hard.

Very hard.

I try to lift my head when all I hear is, "heads down, brace, heads down, brace!" Suddenly, something comes down from the cabins up top and hits me in the back of my head…

All I see is black.

One month later

I open my eyes with a smile on my face. Wherever I am, wherever I've chosen to be, it's beautiful.

It's a garden full of bloomed roses. This place seems familiar.

I'm laid out on the grass, the sun is shining, and I hear a voice in the distance.

It's her voice, but I can't make out everything she's saying.

"And they lived happily ever after…" she says in a concluding tone and giggles. What? I didn't even hear the whole story.

I set myself up and turn to my left, and I'm awestruck, staring at the silhouette of a beautiful woman walking around the garden. Her chocolate brunette hair is blowing wildly in the wind, but I can't make out her full face. She's too far for me to see.

But, she looks magnificent from this view.

"Did you hear me?" She asks muffled in the distance, and I nod.

Her voice is melodic; it's almost like the type of melody you wouldn't mind paying over and over again. I try to reach out to her, but she too far away. She always seems to be unreachable.

"Trevor... " I hear, and her voice always seems to fade.

Who's Trevor?

How come I can never reach her?

"Trevor…" There it is again.

"Trevor, come on! It's been a month. We need you to wake up."

I look around for this unfamiliar voice.

That's not the beautiful woman's voice; it's a different voice.

And why does she keep on calling me Trevor?

I close my eyes and try to focus on the woman. Where is she?

Where did she go?

xxx xxx

I open my eyes back up, and now I'm transported to a different place. I'm in a room and laying in a big gigantic, comfortable bed. I look around, and I realize I'm not alone… the woman… she's sitting at the window with her long brunette hair and slender back facing me.

"Is that bed comfortable?" She asks, although seemingly close, yet she sounds so far away.

She looks so peaceful looking out the window, and I feel odd just staring at her.

"It sure is," I tell the beautiful woman. "Do you always look this beautiful?" I ask, sitting up on the bed.

I feel safe and content because even though she sounds so far away, her being near makes me feel… happy.

"Why does it look like we're in a dream?" I look around, and everything just seems too perfect.

"Because we sort of are. It's hard to explain."

Where are we? I think to myself. I want to stand up from this bed and approach her, but I fear that she may disappear again, and I might transport to a place I don't want to.

"You're resting. You need to wake up." She tells me and breaks me from my thoughts. "Your family… they need you."

"Family? Are they here? Where?" I begin to look around.

She then gets up from the spot she was sitting at in front of the window and begins to walk towards the door. "No, they are not. You ... here, ... me. But, they're waiting for you to ... It's been a long and dreadful for them. We can't ... here forever."

I'm so confused about her and this place. How come I can hear her voice, but I can't make out everything she's saying? It's as if there are blanks to what she's trying to tell me. "I'm happy here with you. I want to stay with you." I tell her, panicked and thinking she'll walk out that door. "If I leave, will you come back with me?"

"I know you are, but you can't." She sighs, "and no, I can't come back with you."

"Why not?"

"Because this is where I'm meant to be. Besides, do you really think you know me?"

"But, I do."

"What's my name then?"

"I don't know, but I know that you're beautiful."

"Just wake up. Wake up for me, please." She begs.

"If I go, will you always be with me?"

"Of course I will. You don't have to worry about that. Are you ready to finally wake up?"

"Yes," I answer and get up from the bed and walk towards the door where she is near.

"Walk through this door, and it will take you back to where you belong."

"Okay," I answered shakily. I don't necessarily know this beautiful woman, but for some odd reason I find comfort in her presence, and I trust her. "I'm ready," I tell her. She opens the door and walks right through, and I follow behind her in hopes that where I may be, she will always be with me.

xxx xxx

For the first time, I don't want to open my eyes. It hurts to try and open them, why? I hear some beeping noise going on and shuffling right next to me. I slowly begin to open my eyes and blink.

I feel so disoriented.

Two blinks.

Three blinks.

My eyes finally adjust.

"Trevor! Oh my gosh! DOCTOR! EVERYONE! HE'S AWAKE!" I hear a woman's voice scream with joy. I look around and squint my eyes, and the light blinds me. I then notice that there's a woman at my bedside. She twists her body in my direction and grabs my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine.

"Who?"

Where am I?

What the hell?

"Trevor, thank goodness you've woken up! There have been people who are worried sick about you! That includes me!" I can hear the distress in this woman's voice.

Her voice sounds so familiar. But, who the hell is she?

And who the hell is Trevor?

"The light… it's hurting my eyes." I manage to say with a strained voice and go back to closing my eyes again.

"Oh! Let me turn it down a bit, sorry! Don't worry; I'll get the doctor, okay? Stay here!" This woman's voice finally sounds calm as she turns the light down a bit. Then, a see a rush of brunette hair exit the room.

Brunette.

"Where am I?" I ask as I take a look at my surroundings.

An older woman with kind brown eyes stands at my bedside. "Hi, I'm Grace Grey, and you're at the hospital. You were involved in a plane accident, but a gentleman was able to pull you and out of the plane before it blew up. It effectively saved you and his life! Isn't that great?"

I nod and stew on what she just told me.

"What plane? What accident?" I decide to voice my internal questions while feeling a little panicked.

"According to my husband, you were traveling for a case you were working on. I don't know how long you were gone exactly, but you were on your way home when the plane's engines went out. The plane crashed near Mt. St. Helens on the plane ride home from Portland. A gentleman who was still conscious was able to pull you before the plane exploded. It was only a matter of time, and luckily you were pulled out." She explains, and confusion just hits me.

I don't remember any of this.

My thoughts are interrupted by an older man in a white coat. He has a clipboard and a string of people behind him as he enters the room. "Trevor, I'm Dr. Mike. Welcome back." He says as he begins to take notes while taking a look at the monitors that surround me.

I look around, and I'm faced with so many people in the room that I am in, it's overwhelming.

"Who is Trevor?" I finally ask and take a look at the woman in the face, and she looks at me with wide-eyes.

Silence fills the room.

After a few moments, in walks the brunette that rushed out. "Oh! Dr. Mike! You're here! I was just out looking for you, but I got caught up at the vending machine." She holds out a bag of M&M's in her hand, then rushes back to my side.

She takes a seat and looks at me lovingly while intertwining her fingers into mine.

She's a pretty brunette with deep chocolate brown eyes.

She's brunette is all I can think about.

"Do you know who Trevor is?" I ask her, and my throat feels parched.

"You're Trevor." She says as if it's the most straightforward answer in the world. "Here, I've got some water for you." She reaches out to get a water bottle and sticks a straw in it, "take small sips," she advises, and I do so.

After small sips of water, I feel better to talk, "I'm not Trevor," I answer, my heart beating fast.

Who the fuck is this woman claiming I'm this… Trevor? Why the fuck does everyone keep on calling me that?

"Yes you are," she answers agitatedly.

Suddenly, another woman and two men approach me, and the woman sets her hand over mine. "Trevor James Knight, don't you dare leave us again!" She sobs, and I have no idea how to react to this. "Honey, it's me, your mother. Why are you looking at me like that?!" She cradles my faces in her hands while burying her face into my neck. "Oh, Trevor! We were so worried about you. Thank the Heavens you finally woke up!" The woman begins to sob louder while now wrapping her arms around me.

This is all too much.

Who the fuck is Trevor?

And who the fuck are these people?

Why is she touching me like this?

I don't know her!

"No, I'm not! I'm not Trevor! How many times do I need to tell you people that!" I stress, and the beep sounds begin to go wild.

"Trevor, I need you to calm down." Dr. Mike tells me in a concerning tone.

"I'M NOT TREVOR! WHO THE HELL IS TREVOR! I WANT THESE PEOPLE OUT! GET OUT!" I yell at the couple next to me, and my throat begins to hurt.

"But, Trevor, honey-"

"NO! OUT! GET OUT! NOW! I WANT YOU OUT!" I yell, and Dr. Mike speaks to them in regards to comply with my request. "LEAVE! I DON'T WANT YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME! OUT!" I stress, and then watch them leave the room with one of the people that came in with them.

"You need to calm down. I'm sure you know by now, the more you do that, the more your throat will hurt. Please, calm down." Dr. Mike tells me, and I nod.

"I'm not Trevor." I turn to the brunette woman at my bedside.

"Okay! Okay! Calm down! Geez, Louise!" She says and begins to fan me with a piece of paper. "You'll give yourself a heart attack."

Me? Calm down? Who the hell is she? Why is she telling me what to do?

"Thank you." I pause. I turn to the rest of the people in the room and apologize for my outburst, and they say that they understand. "Please stop calling me Trevor, that's not my name…" I think long and hard about my next sentence, "I think." I sit there confused.

"Let me do a quick examination." Dr. Mike says, "do you know what day it is?"

"No," I answer honestly.

"Do you know how long you've been asleep for?"

"No?" I ask, the question more for myself.

I don't even know what day it is.

"Do you know what happened to you?"

I pause to think. "That woman right here," I point to Grace, "she told me I was in a plane accident."

"Do you know why you were on the plane?"

"A job, apparently. That's what she told me."

What was my job?

"So, before this woman said anything to you, you didn't remember a thing?" Dr. Mike just looks at me with curious eyes, and I shake my head. "Hmmm. It seems you might be experiencing memory loss." I look the Doctor, seriously confused. "I'm going to step out for a moment and consult a specialist." I nod.

One he walks out the room, my thoughts begin to evade me. Everything that I was told of what happened, I start to think hard about.

I decided to address the rest of the people to help with my never ending thoughts.

"Who are you?" I point at them, and they look at me, shocked. The woman is the first to approach me.

"As I told you before, I'm Grace, Grace Grey." She smiles at me, "this is my husband, Carrick and our kids Elliot and Mia." She points at each of them, and they smile at me. I look over at them and feel safe and comfortable around these people. Why? I don't even know them, yet I don't feel the overwhelming reaction as I did with the other people that I forced out of the room. "And this is our family friend, Elena Lincoln." The blonde woman looks at me with fascination; it makes me feel so uncomfortable.

"So… you're not, my mom?"

She steps to the end of my bed, "no sweetie, I'm not your mom." A sudden feeling of disappointment washes over me.

"Why did that woman claim to be my mom? I don't know her! She's not my mom!" I tell Grace. "I don't… I don't even know who I am."

"I understand. Will you at least give them a chance to come back in?"

"No," I say sternly, and she nods.

I nod then turn my attention back to the woman at my bedside who is looking at me nervously.

Who is this woman?

Why is she here?

Why is she touching me?

I decided that I should ask. "Now… who are you?" She holds my hand into hers, tighter as if I'll disappear. Her brunette hair falls freely in front of her, and it's… pretty.

Her hair, it smells heavenly. And her voice… "Don't you remember me?" I shake my head 'no' and she giggles. She's cute and her voice, I know it from somewhere.

"No, I don't think I do," I tell her and sit here staring at her.

She's brunette. She's pretty. She has to mean something to me, right?

She leans forward, her woman parts touching the side of my arm, and gives me a light kiss on the cheek. And as she pulls back, she looks me straight in the eyes, and they're shining with so much happiness.

"Are you finally going to tell me who you are?" I ask, needing to know her name.

"I'm Susannah Lincoln." She smiles sweetly at me, and I smile at her back.

Yep. Lol.

Poor Trevor and Ana... they've both been trying in this 'relationship.'

It might be a little confusing right now, but some gaps will be filled within the next couple of chapters! Don't worry. But, I do leave some mystery behind a couple of things, it's all part of the story ;)

To answer a guest reviewer who asked if Trevor's name will ever become Christian Grey; it's coming up real soon, I promise! Stick around ;)

Thanks for reading! I have the next chapter almost done with editing; I'll have it up as soon as it's ready to go! Review ladies! ;) See you all next update! x