Samantha wasn't sure how she got here, or what events had lead to this, but she was happy. She smiled as her lover kissed her lips, gently. That was definitely not what she would have expected from him, given his character.
She relished the feel of his hands on her body, and decided it didn't matter how she had gotten to his house, his bed. All that mattered was that she focused on him, and what was about to happen between them.
She felt his kiss on her forehead, and then suddenly things changed. Her lover was going out of focus, and a darkness seemed to be swirling in like a menacing fog. Samantha couldn't understand what was happening.
The darkness filled the room along with a somber air. She was scared, and pulled her knees up to her chest. The room seemed to be closing in on her. This wasn't real, couldn't be real! Out of the darkness, two eyes like fire shined, getting closer and closer…
With a unvoiced scream, Samantha awoke, and slowly opened her eyes. She was almost afraid to open her eye, afraid that the darkness would still be there and the darkman with the burning eyes would be there to drag her off to the bayou. However, she realized that was childish. Boogie men didn't exist.
Replaying in her mind the sensual, sexual, and gratifying part of her dream, she finally opened her eyes. She half expected to find bright blue eyes peering back at her, and a scruffy beard hovering inches above her face.
Instead, she found herself staring into deep brown eyes. Her heart beat faster. What the hell was going on? Alarmed, Samantha set up in bed, and took in her surroundings. She recognized the room and her heart beat returned to normal.
"Good morning, angel." He said, tousling her hair. "Time to get up and join the league of the gainfully employed in another work day."
"Good morning," Sam murmured, clutching the sheet to her body. For the second time she wondered what the hell was going on. How had she gotten here? Why couldn't she remember anything? This time her memory loss couldn't be explained by low blood sugar, so what had caused it.
"Hurry, Sam." He urged, "I lost track of time. You have barely an hour to get dressed and be at the hospital."
Samantha sighed and dropped the sheet and made her way from the bathroom, feeling his eyes on her. She turned to face his gaze, and saw many emotions in his soulful eyes. Before she quite knew what she was doing, she had crossed the room and hugged him.
"Are you ok?" He asked, dropping a kiss on her heart shaped lips.
"I'm fine, Eric. Don't worry about me."
But was she really fine? Why couldn't she remember things?