When they got home, Allison smiled. "I remember this place, I
remember it..." she said. I kissed her and looked into her eyes. "You
remember?" She nodded. "I remember the outside of it..." I was so
happy. Maybe everything would be ok.
I led her into the house and her happy expression melted into
confusion. "I...I'm sorry. I don't remember this part." she stuttered.
I just kissed her head and nodded. "Here's the bedroom, baby..."
Allison looked around. "Your bedroom?" she asked. I bit my lip. "This
is our bedroom, hon. We sleep in the same bed." I kissed her mouth
gently. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. "Adam? Am I a
virgin?" I smiled at the memory of the nights we made love. "No, Alli.
You're not. We used to make love. We did a few times..." I said. She
leaned her head against my body. I wrapped my arms around her. "I love
you...do you remember what kissing is?" I asked, leaning down, ready
to kiss her. "Yeah, but I kinda forget how it feels. I remember we
used to make out. Right?" she asked innocently. I nodded. "Yeah, we
used to make out like this." I said, crushing my mouth against hers.
She kissed back perfectly. We laid on the bed and kissed for hours.
She hadn't forgotten a thing.