- What was that...
That feeling Eames had.
Something warm, soft.
This bliss.
She felt so good.
But something about all that goodness bothered her.
Eames felt a large body against hers, long legs intertwined with hers, and powerful arms, squeezing her.
What did this mean.
Where was she.
Eames decided to find out, and opened her eyes, only to come face to face with a powerful torso.
Name of God...
What could she have done.
And why was she in a man's arms, so entwined.
And who was this man, anyway.
And what was she doing in the arms of this stranger.
After all, she hadn't abandoned Goren to go to bed with the first guy who came along.
Eames had never done that.
So why would she do it today.
Oh, what the hell.
It was seriously starting to annoy her that she didn't understand the situation.
So she lifted her face, and her heart stopped beating, as she discovered who the man was, who was holding her so intimately in his arms.
Goren.
No, but...
What did that mean.
Why was she in his arms.
And why was Goren allowing himself to hold her so close.
But little flashbacks returned to her mind.
And Eames remembered holding Goren when he'd dozed off following his nightmare.
But then it was pitch black.
Had she fallen asleep without realizing it.
It was quite possible.
But how could she have ended up in his arms, when it was Goren who was in hers.
It was beyond comprehension.
Eames gazed at Goren's face, the same one where last night the drawn lines of his face showed all his distress.
But at this moment, his face was serene, and he had a small smile on his lips.
At this smile, Eames felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to break.
No, but oh.
She wasn't right to react like that, just for a little smile from Goren.
She absolutely had to calm her heartbeat and pull herself together.
Which Eames did.
She took a deep, slow breath.
What's more, Eames would have liked to understand how she'd ended up in this position, as it kept nagging at the back of her mind.
Her legs intertwined with his, his arms around her, holding her tight to Goren.
She absolutely had to find a way out of this, or the situation would become embarrassing, and she wouldn't know how to behave, or where to put herself.
Eames had to act quickly and carefully.
Goren had always been a light sleeper.
So the slightest false move and he might wake up, and she'd have won everything.
So slowly, and above all swiftly, she pulled Goren's arms away from her waist, and withdrew her legs intertwined with his, and slowly stepped back, away.
But two powerful arms closed around her, bringing her back to where she started, pressing her against a powerful torso, and preventing any escape.
- Ah... My little angel.
At Goren's murmurs of pleasure, Eames opened his round eyes, stunned, his face flushed.
Ah...
My little angel.
What were those murmurs of pleasure.
Eames didn't like it at all.
What could Goren be dreaming of.
Probably something he didn't like.
After all, he was a man first and foremost.
And Eames knew men's ideas.
If Goren ever had lewd ideas about her, amnesiac or not, she'd castrate him.
No, she wouldn't.
She'd teach him that you don't fantasize about her, like that, and especially without her consent.
Name of God...
And why was he holding her so tightly.
Eames absolutely had to get out of there.
In addition, what were his familiar ways.
All he needed was to kiss her on the mouth.
At the thought of this, Eames felt the mustard run up her nose, with a mixture of very pleasant little shivers, which mortified her.
What was wrong with her.
She should have been angry, which she was.
But then why was this sensation so pleasant.
Eames had to admit that she loved being in Goren's arms.
They were so strong, and she felt protected, and that nothing would happen to her.
But now was not the time to think about the positives.
She had to get out of his arms, and now.
Eames searched desperately for what to do, looking around, and her eyes met the pillow just above her head.
But yes...
This was the solution.
The moment she stepped aside, she'd put the pillow in his arms, and that would be it.
Proud of her idea, she gently pulled Goren's arms apart, and just as she was about to step aside, she quickly grabbed the pillow and placed it in Goren's arms, which were already closing to hug the pillow.
Eames took a deep breath and wasted no time.
She jumped off the bed and rushed out of the room.
Here...
What he had in his arms was no longer as comfortable, nor as pleasant.
It was as if what he was holding had been replaced by something else.
Goren opened his eyelids and looked down at his arms to discover a pillow.
Why wasn't Eames in his arms anymore.
What had happened.
Goren remembered waking up in the middle of the night, and without knowing how, Alexa was there, in his arms, close to him, asleep.
But it was he who had fallen asleep in hers.
And he wouldn't have woken her for the world.
Alexa in her sleep looked like an angel.
And he'd loved to watch her sleep, before dozing off.
But why had she left his arms.
Goren would have loved to see her big hazel eyes staring at him as he woke up, like the day he'd woken up in hospital, and she'd been leaning over him like an angel.
But this time, she would have been in his arms.
Goren huffed, saddened.
What was wrong with wanting her close to him when he woke up.
He and Alexa had done nothing but sleep.
So why had she left.
- Hello Alexa...
At Goren's voice, Eames gasped, almost dropping the bowl in her hand.
Good heavens...
Although she'd left before he woke up, Eames didn't know how to face him.
She still remembered the softness of his arms around her.
Jesus Christ...
What the hell was wrong with her.
She had to erase this from her memory right away, and above all, pull herself together.
- Said Alexa... Goren stepped toward her, and Eames felt her heartbeat racing. You need help.
- No, I don't.
At the categorical no that Eames had just shouted, Goren stopped dead in his tracks, looking at her as if forbidden, surprised by her cry.
What was she thinking.
Why was she reacting like this.
He'd only offered to help.
Then what was...
- Go and sit down... I'll take care of everything.
Let him sit down...
Alexa took care of everything.
But he wouldn't have minded helping her prepare breakfast, or at least set the table.
So he didn't insist, and went and sat down.
Eames took a deep breath, regaining her composure.
She was already regretting having shouted at him.
Goren had only offered to help, and she'd pushed him away.
But Eames couldn't do otherwise.
It would take her a while to get her emotions back, and face him.
And now, she felt able to face him.
So, pouring coffee into two bowls, she turned to Goren, approached him, placed one of the bowls on the table in front of him, and sat down opposite him, her other bowl in her hands.
Goren looked at the black liquid, without touching it.
So many questions were running through his head.
Why had Alexa cried out, when he'd only offered to help her, refusing categorically?
But above all, why had she left his arms.
- Why did you leave my arms.
Eames, who had the bowl to his lips, almost spat out what she was about to ingest.
Pardon..
Why did she leave...
And from her arms.
What kind of question was that.
In addition, she had no business in his arms.
Just because Goren had amnesia didn't mean she had to take advantage of the situation.
- It was very nice to have you in my arms.
At this admission, Eames turned completely scarlet, feeling her heart beat violently in her chest, ready to explode.
No, Goren wasn't right to say that.
True, he'd always been a straightforward person.
But this was too much.
Eames had to stop him, and she had to stop him now.
She set the bowl down on the table, almost spilling the coffee, and looked up at Goren.
But to her astonishment, Goren wasn't looking at her.
He was red-faced, staring at the black liquid in the bowl, not daring to look up at her.
At this sight, Eames felt her heart soften for the man.
But she pulled herself together.
Goren had found it very pleasant to have her in his arms.
And Eames had to admit that it had been the same for her.
For the first time in her life, she had felt safe.
But this was not to be repeated.
- Why don't you sleep with me.
What.
Sleep with him...
But he went on.
She'd thought he'd stop.
But no, he just kept going.
Good God...
One...
Goren had no business making her such a proposal, nor saying such things to her.
And two…
She had to stop him at once.
- I don't...
- It reminded me of when I woke up in the hospital... And you... He raised his brown eyes to her, his cheeks flushed. You were leaning over me... Like an angel.
Oh...
So that's why.
Goren had no ulterior motive.
God...
How could she have ever doubted him.
Yes...
Goren was a man.
But above all, he was a person with a deep respect for others.
Eames should never have imagined the worst.
But even if his words had no double meaning...
Eames could not accept such a situation.
And yet...
If she were honest with herself...
She would please Goren.
But how could she say no to him?
He said it with such innocence.
Then perhaps.
- I'll think about it.
Alexa would think about it.
At her words, Goren felt a little hope rise in him, and he nodded.
Alexa hadn't said no to him.