His hands clutching my smaller hand that had begun to feel moist from the tight squeeze, it was as if I was going to run away if he let go of me. I was not going anywhere, well, even if I for a minute possibility that I wanted to leave, it would be highly unlikely because we were in the car on the way to my house. I obviously did not want to leave because I was happy and he was happy. My eyes travelled to our hands entangled together in between us. Our hands looked nice together and I could not put a point behind that because both our hands were pale and there wasn't anything special about it apart from the warmth I felt just by holding his hand.

I gave his hand a short tight squeeze in which he glanced at me with a smile and thankfully loosened his grasp to the point where he was not squeezing my hand anymore. His shoulders stopped looking tense and his hand on the steering wheel did not look stiff and rigid. I looked out the passenger window whilst being fully aware of gulping because of the guilt I felt behind it.

The sudden moment of memories becoming unlocked causing me to remember almost everything resulted to so much excitement within my office and the floor of the office that I was located in. Familiar faces started to congratulate me and even hug me in sheer joy that I was okay again. By the end of the joyful moment spent with everyone at work my cheeks were hurting from constantly smiling over my miraculous recovery. Sue placed her hand on my shoulder and insisted that I take the day off work to at least spend my sudden recovery in peace. I did not object and thanked her.

Before I knew it, we had arrived to my apartment and I suppressed an anxious sigh. I had absolutely no idea what routine I had with Tom. I remember Tom mentioning that he did not live with me due to his respect to my decision but still, he would have still slept over from time to time no doubt. I just hoped that would not be tonight due to the fact that I was afraid of how I will react to his possible intimate gestures. Just by the thought of it caused my palms to sweat and my mind buzzing through all the possibilities that may arise from it, one being that I completely freak out and lock myself in the bathroom. I mentally threw that thought out of my head and turned to Tom who was silently sitting in the driver's seat absently gazing at our hands.

As if my stare sent him a shockwave, he glanced up and smiled at me. "I want to reserve dinner tonight with Chris and the others again, I think it would be special and great since you'll remember them now."

"Of course I -," my brain suddenly turned blank when I tried to think of them. I did not remember them at all. I do not remember being on set with them as some of them mentioned. I tried not to panic and continued calmly, "I remember them, but I think it would be better if it was just us two."

It would only make sense. My brain had no projection of Tom which would result that I have no memory of his friends because I obviously met them through him. This only meant one thing; avoid them as much as possible because they will find out.

He smiled widely at me, "If that is what you want."

I nodded eagerly and opened the passenger door. Slowly stepping out and grabbing my handbag in the same pace, I looked up at Tom who has already gotten out of the car and was walking around the car to me. Despite my body wanting to freeze in its spot I forced my arm to push the door closed and smile at him. I was not denying that I was buying time before we get into my apartment because I had no idea how I would have been with Tom.

"You could -," I started to say until Tom kindly stopped me from continuing what I was about to say with a passionate kiss. I had no problem responding to his kiss because – although I would like to deny it at this moment – I enjoyed kissing him. The kiss was definitely more intense than the one we shared in my office before I had recovered my memories and it felt so good to be kissed as if I was the only one that this man cared about. I tried to focus on the kiss and on what I was going to tell him before he started kissing me. Was it about restaurants? Or what time we were supposed to go out?

He pushed me to the car and pressed his hips against mine which caused me to gasp and forget about whatever I was thinking about. His sudden actions caught me off guard and caused me to become aroused by it all and his hands running all over my body was only making more aroused. The fact that my body was so drawn to his was unbelievable and it was astonishing that in just a few moments we could be just smiling at each other to sharing a hot kiss with hands roaming around. I was guilty as well seeing that it was not just Tom's hands freely exploring, my hands were all around his chest and hips. His lean body beneath my touch felt all too familiar and I could not get enough of it.

He pressed into me even more causing me to notice the hardness between his legs.

I think in normal circumstances any girl would have welcomed this but I just could not. I don't remember anything about him and I was not the type to sleep with a man who I barely knew and despite knowing Tom for weeks, I still could not even share a bed with him.

I pulled away from his hungry lips and pointlessly pushed him in which he did not even budge. I felt his questioning gaze on top of my head. "I can't," I mumbled.

"That's unfair, love," he raised my head to look at him with his hands on either side of my cheeks.

"I just," I glanced to the side to avoid the desperation in his eyes. "Feel that it's too soon…"

He took a step back and looked at me sceptically. "Okay," he said slowly.

I gave a nod, "Let's go inside, I can't wait to get out of these clothes," I said it as casually as I could.

I felt greatly relieved when I heard him chuckle, "Yeah, you don't seem to always wearing things like that."

We started walking to the lifts to take us up to my apartment and Tom casually held my hand as we waited for it to arrive. It brought a smile to my face over something so simple. Nudging his shoulder with mine, I looked up at him smiling too, "Thanks for understanding," I told him.

He squeezed my hand in response and we silently walked into the lift. As we waited for the lift to go up to my floor he started speaking about which restaurant to book and asked me for my opinion. I could not remember any of the restaurants that he suggested most likely for the reason that I have only been there with him. I told him that I had no problem with any of the restaurants and that I would be happy with any.

"Are you sure? You never really liked Sicilian though," he smirked down at me.

Note to self; just don't let him ask you for an opinion.

"Well, I'll give it another chance," I smiled. The lift doors finally opened and I felt like I was suffocating in that closed space with Tom. It honestly felt like he was questioning me as if he knew. "I'm excited to go home and fix everything!" I said rather too excitedly. "My study room is a mess from trying to figure out things about my life."

"Well, you have all day to fix it."

"What will you do?" I asked opening the door to the apartment.

"You know the movie I'm working on? I'm just going to look up on it. We're going back to making it next week."

No, I had no idea what movie he was working on. I had to google it when he is not around. I simply nodded, "Feel free to use the laptop," I said as I made my way to the study room.

"Of course I will use the laptop, I always use it when I'm here," he narrowed his eyes at me before lying back onto the sofa.

As I entered the study room I pressed my back onto the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I stuffed up twice in just mere five minutes! At this rate Tom is going to find out the truth in no time and I definitely did not want him to find out. I just want to keep this up until I somehow gain those memories about him or I learn his characteristics and our relationship so it looks like I never had a problem with regaining memories about him. If that is hard to do then I will have to break up with him then he will never find out.

I sighed and approached my desk that had multiple stacks of files and old magazines. It was amazing that I thought my own work would give me some sort of recognition that would help retrieve a few if not, all the memories I have lost but instead I just needed to see my two friends' faces to suddenly see everything. It was all unexpected.

At the corner of my desk laid a white business card with my doctor's name and contact details. I had to call her to update her on my condition and probably make an appointment with her soon. I really needed to talk about why I can remember everything except Tom. There had to be a logical explanation behind it and if not, I'll just have to have her refer me to a psychologist or a hypnotist to retrieve those remaining lost memories. I honestly could not keep this up any longer.

"Isn't one photo enough?" I whispered harshly to Tom next to me who was busy making conversations with the paparazzi.

I was dressed in a coral skirt and a white blouse which was not appropriate for the freezing night's weather. I was certain that the goose bumps all over my legs were going to be visible in the photos taken.

"Hi Lara!" one of the paparazzi called out and took a horrible photograph of me. "When will your arm heal?"

My cast that covered half my hand to prevent from using my fractured bone was visible. "In about a week hopefully," I replied as nicely as I could and gave Tom's hand the tightest squeeze hoping he would understand that I just wanted to go inside the restaurant and eat.

Tom was smart enough to understand and farewelled the paparazzi before leading me inside the restaurant.

We quickly had a waiter escorting us to the far corner of the restaurant and poured glasses of wine for each of us before letting us take our time to choose a meal from the menu.

"What do you feel like having?" Tom asked with his eyes still glued onto the menu.

"Probably the mushroom chicken," it did not take me a long time to figure out what I wanted. I liked mushroom and chicken.

"You probably shouldn't have that," he chuckled.

"Why?" I frowned at him.

"When we first dined here you ordered that and you didn't like it."

"Right… I forgot," I lied. "I'll just have the salmon then."

"The time after that you ordered the salmon and you didn't like it either," he chuckled. "Don't you remember?"

I gulped, "Yeah of course I do! I just… the salmon is what I feel like having regardless."

"Really?" he pressed his lips together. "What was wrong with the salmon when you order it, do you remember?"

"I forgot, if we really have a problem with me ordering the salmon then I'll just order the vegetarian option."

"Your memory is usually better than anyone I have ever known, Lara."

"I'm human, my memory may be crap too you know," I said and looked back at the menu. I just wanted him to stop this subject.

"Okay, well do you remember which friend you last met up with before the accident?" he leaned in.

Of course I did, "Elise."

"Where did you meet Gina and Therese?"

"At work in Sue's office, we had to work as a team to edit a big issue," I answered automatically. I knew that Tom was suspecting that I did not actually retrieve any memories. I just wished that he would stop with these questions.

"I'm sorry, I just had the feeling that you were pretending to remember everything," he placed his hand on top of mine on the table and called for the waiter.

After we gave our orders to the waiter I smiled at him, "It's okay."

He nodded. "Could I ask one more question? It would be quick, promise! And I know you're going to think that you're wearing the pants in the relationship but when's our anniversary?"

I forced myself to laugh to stop myself from freezing and staring at him with a panicked face, "I am totally wearing the pants in this relationship!"

"Laugh all you want but I really want you to say it," he looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Uh, well," this would be the part where the universe comes in and distracts Tom from waiting for my answer. I silently asked the universe to create a kitchen fire that would force us to evacuate or the paparazzi to intrude and take pictures. Anything would be great to be honest.

Nothing happened.

Instead I was sitting across him looking foolish and trying to buy time for something so impossible to occur. "I, uhh..."

"You don't remember, do you?" Tom looked at me. His eyes were no longer pleading. In fact, his eyes did not show any signs of emotion neither did his face.

I shut my eyes tightly hoping that maybe that would help me teleport out of this situation. "I could explain," I said the most typical way to confess a horrid wrongdoing.

"Are you serious? You were lying this whole time that you remembered everything, but you really didn't?" he leaned back in his chair and sighed angrily.

"No, I remember everything!" this time I was the one pleading.

"You don't remember the first day we were official," he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I just don't remember anything about you," as if that is going to make anything better.

"You don't remember me at all? You don't know when you first met me? Where I took you out on our first date? Where we kissed? You don't remember loving me?"

I shook my head at everything.

He nodded to himself. "Don't worry about paying. I paid in advance," he muttered before silently getting up and leaving the restaurant.

Apologies for the last A/N I did not mean that I completed this. I just meant that I was ending the chapter there. This story is not finished yet!

I'm excited that this story has reached 100 reviews, holy crap! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm really excited and honestly would not have been motivated to continue this if it wasn't for all your active readers!

I also apologise for not updating for awhile, I had a lot on my mind. Breaking my leg is not fun at all. Next week I will hopefully start putting weight on my leg and start walking, pray that I do because I am going insane!

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm a sucker for dramatics.

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