- Follow me, Bobby.
Goren nodded, following an Eames as she made her way down the corridor to two doors facing each other.
She stopped in front of both doors, turned to the one on the left, opened it and entered the room.
Goren stopped in the doorway, not daring to enter.
After all, this wasn't his home, and politeness demanded that he be allowed in.
Goren looked around the room, but his gaze was drawn to the large, imposing bed in the center of the room.
There was a small bedside table next to the bed, and a chest of drawers in addition to it.
But her eyes kept returning to the big bed.
Could it be that Alexa was seriously considering him sleeping in this bed.
Above all, Goren could see that this room had a feminine side, even if it was sparsely furnished, and modestly so.
Goren knew at a glance whose room it was.
It was Alexa's.
But then, why had she brought him to this room.
- Ben enters Bobby.
At Eames' voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to see an Eames who was turned towards him, and that on the bed, she had placed her bag.
- You're going to sleep here.
Pardon.
Sleep here...
But it wasn't possible.
Goren could see that this was Alexa's room.
And that she would need it to sleep.
Thinking of sleeping, his eyes wandered back to the big bed.
He could imagine Alexa so small in that big bed, her golden mid-length hair resting on the pillow.
At this thought, his heart beat violently.
But he pulled himself together.
No, he wasn't well.
How could he have such thoughts, when here she was, kindly sheltering him.
Besides, why had she told him he'd be sleeping here.
Alexa couldn't imagine them sharing the same bed.
- We're going to share the same bed...
At her words, and Goren's innocent allusion, Eames blushed violently.
Good God...
Didn't he see what that sentence could imply.
Goren was lucky at that moment to have lost his memory, because Eames would have made him swallow his words.
Sleeping with Goren.
Sharing a bed with him.
No, but it wasn't right to have such ideas.
And yet, with that sentence alone, she recognized her partner.
So who knows, maybe there was some small hope of him regaining his memory.
In addition, Eames had never thought of the idea.
That Goren might one day share her bed.
Imagining her and Goren in bed together...
At this thought, Eames blushed violently, her heart pounding in her chest.
But she pulled herself together.
What was she thinking about these things for.
It was all Goren's fault.
That innocent sentence.
It had a double meaning.
But Eames couldn't blame him.
Goren had always been the blundering type.
But strangely enough...
Eames wondered if it wasn't coming from a certain someone.
Yes...
A tall man she'd left with Goren for a few minutes.
Logan...
Good God...
Could it be that in the short time she'd left Goren with him, Logan had been dropping hints?
Knowing Logan, it was possible.
Even just for fun.
But having fun at the expense of an amnesiac didn't sit well with Eames.
Especially when it came to Goren.
She wouldn't tolerate the slightest indiscretion.
And when she could, she'd have a word with Logan.
- Come... I'll show you where I'm going to sleep.
Eames walked past Goren to the opposite door and opened it.
- I'll sleep here.
Goren approached Eames, stopped a few centimeters from him, his torso brushing against his back, and looked at the room Alexa was showing him.
There was a small bed stuck to the wall, with one or two stuffed toys, a small bedside table with a book and a little green bottle car on it, and a large wardrobe.
The whole thing was blue.
My God...
But this was a child's room.
And not just any child.
Alexa had a child...
A little boy, judging by the blue furniture.
So why hadn't Logan told her.
He should have.
Because what was going to happen when Alexa's husband came home with their child.
Goren didn't want to disturb Alexa.
And above all, not to cause her any trouble.
- This is your son's room.
Her son's...
What was Goren talking about.
She'd never had a child.
She'd only carried her sister's child, nothing more.
And Goren knew exactly whose room it was.
But at the thought, his heart sank.
It was true, the man in front of her was Goren, but he wasn't the Goren she knew.
Well, he was, in a way.
But it was a Goren with no memory.
Which broke her heart.
Eames could never get over what had happened to her, she always felt guilty.
But she had to get over it.
And not show him what was tormenting her.
Or he'd see that something was wrong.
Proud of this resolution, she turned towards him, and found herself millimeters away from Goren, her face right in front of his chest.
Her heart was racing.
Then she stepped back, trying to compose herself.
- This is Max's room... My nephew.
Max's...
Her nephew.
At her words, Goren felt a little relief in his heart.
So Eames didn't have a child.
And who knows...
Maybe no husband...
Or spouse.
Name of God…
But why was he so relieved that she didn't have a child.
When Goren was sure she'd be an excellent mother.
Just by the way she'd looked after him in hospital, taking such good care of him.
And above all, that she was continuing to take him in.
But it was strange all the same...
Logan had told him there was nothing going on between Alexa and him.
So why was he reacting like this.
In addition, Alexa had every right to have a family life.
So why.
Goren understood absolutely nothing of her thoughts.
- And you know him...
At her words, Eames stopped, shocked by her own words.
She shouldn't have said that.
Goren didn't remember a thing.
And knowing he wouldn't remember his nephew could hurt her.
Especially knowing that Goren had often been there for Max from the day he was born.
And that between his nephew and Goren had been born a real affection.
- I wanted to say...
Goren brought his hand to Eames' cheek, brushing against it.
- I know what you meant.
Eames opened wide round eyes, surprised by his softly spoken words, where no reproach was to be found.
And the softness of that caress on her cheek, his long, slender fingers on her skin.
At this caress, Eames's face turned completely scarlet, her heart racing violently in her chest, ready to explode.
My God...
What was the matter with him, being so disturbed by the caress of her fingers on his skin?
This had never happened to him before.
Then what was happening.
Why was...
No.
Eames had to forget what she'd just felt, and pull herself together.
So she took a deep breath and pulled herself together.
But above all, she had to get away from Goren as quickly as possible.
- Bobby... I think you'd better move into the bedroom.
At her words, Goren reluctantly let his hand drop.
Alexa really did have very soft skin.
And he would have liked to know if the rest of him was as soft, at least the nape of his neck.
In addition, he could see the hazel color of her big eyes darken at his caress.
As if...
But no.
He must have been imagining things.
Eames was taking him in out of the kindness of his heart.
And there would never be another between them.
So why imagine, even hope, that there would be more between them.
- Bobby... It's okay.
At Eames's worried voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to see Eames's face bent beneath him, her big hazel eyes looking intensely at him.
At this intense stare, Goren blushed violently, and putting his hand to the back of his neck, looked away, everything awkward.
- I'll go and settle in.
With that, he hurried into the other room, before a startled Eames.
What had just happened?
Why was he running away from her so quickly.
And above all, why had he blushed.