Goren looked down both sides of the wide avenue, and seeing that no one was paying any attention to them, he pulled Eames into a small corner of the little alley, placed her back against the wall, and laid his hands flat on either side of her face.
- Bobby... We don't...
Goren didn't give her time to continue, as he was already lowering his face to hers, and taking possession of her lips with ardor.
- Oh Alexa... He parted his lips from hers to slide them down her neck, groaned, and plunged his head into her nascent throat. If you only knew...
Knew what...
That he'd only wanted to touch her from the moment they'd stepped outside.
She understood that.
Eames had suggested that Goren take a little stroll through the streets of New York, holding hands, but as soon as he spotted a little alley, he had only one idea in mind: lure her there out of sight, and steal some torrid kisses, and let his hands roam over her body, and touch her.
And Eames burned with a desire so strong, she let Goren do whatever she wanted with him.
Even if she was surprised.
Goren brought his hands to Alexa's hips, holding them firmly, pressing his hard member against her intimacy, making her feel the violence of his desire.
Eames let out a little cry of surprise, mingled with pleasure, which inflamed Goren's whole body.

- Alexa... Goren slipped his hand under her skirt, and ran his fingers up her satiny skin, until they reached her panties, and brushed her intimacy through the fabric. I want to touch you... here and now.
Goren wanted to touch her...
here and now.
Stunned by his words, Eames nodded, wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, longing for him to touch her.
- Yes Bobby... Touch me.
At her plea, he growled, crushed his lips, forced his teeth through, battled and intertwined his tongue with hers in a frenzied dance.
My God...
Goren had no restraint left.
Eames couldn't have pleased him more, than to give him the green light to touch her.
Alexa was so receptive to his touch, and he loved it, touching her.
- I see that for an amnesiac... There are some things you just don't forget.

At the voice of the person who had just spoken contemptuously, disturbing their intimacy, Eames tensed, under a Goren mad at being interrupted, and who turned to the intruder.
- What do you want from us.
What she wanted from them...
But not much.
Or maybe she did, actually.
She'd seen them in the distance, recognizing them very well.
In addition, how could she have been mistaken.
A tall, dark-haired man with a petite blonde wasn't exactly a common sight.
But one detail had struck her: they were walking hand in hand, like lovers.
But above all, she had noticed that the tall dark-haired man in question was peering into every corner, and that he had lured the little blonde into a small alleyway to hide from people's gaze.
This had seemed very suspicious to her.
So she decided to go and have a look.
And what a look it was, when she saw the scene unfolding before her eyes.
A Goren greedily kissing an Eames, with his hand up her skirt, much to the delight of the little lady.
It was simply sickening.

In addition, was Goren forgetting that he and Eames didn't mix.
And what was that angry tone he'd just used.
It was as if she'd interrupted their lovemaking.
Goren didn't seem pleased by her intervention, which brought a big, evil smile to his lips.
Well... well...
That could only mean one thing...
- Leave us alone.
At Goren's cry, the woman shook her head in denial, and raised her chin in defiance.
At the woman's reaction, Goren felt an immense rage seize him.
He stepped gently away from Eames, and moved towards the woman, whom he cursed more than anything else for interrupting what was going on between Alexa and him.
But it was above all that look of defiance, that evil smile on her lips, that made him want to strangle her with his hands.
In addition, when he felt Alexa's body tense up at the woman's voice, Goren knew something was wrong.
As if this woman had hurt his little angel.
If she had, he'd take care of her, and she'd regret having interrupted them.

- A true heathen. She turned to Eames, hurling her words contemptuously at him. Letting herself go like that. Without restraint.
Pardon.
Had Goren heard the woman's words correctly.
She had just openly insulted Alexa in front of him, reproaching her for her behavior.
But she'd done nothing wrong.
It was he who had lured her into the alley and started touching her.
Always asking for more.
Alexa was in no way responsible for his lechery.
On the contrary...
Goren's anger redoubled, and he rushed towards the woman.
But small, slender fingers came to rest on his arm, stopping him.
- No, Bobby...
No.
While this woman dared to insult him in front of him.
Goren turned to Eames, not daring to believe what he'd just heard.
Alexa couldn't ask him that.
Not after that woman's behavior.
- And that idiot with amnesia who can't control his impulses...The woman let out an evil laugh. So pathetic. So sickening.
Pathetic...
Sickening.

This was too much for Goren, who could no longer contain his rage.
He pushed Alexa's fingers away from his arm, but understanding what he was about to do, she tightened the pressure of her fingers, refusing to let go.
- Wallace isn't worth it, Bobby.
Wallace...
So that was the name of this hateful woman.
But strangely enough, the name rang a bell.
But it was something unpleasant.
He even felt disgust, even contempt for this Wallace.
Did he know her...
- So the great amnesiac always obeyed his heathen like a little puppy dog.
A little puppy...
His heathen.
Goren lost what little composure he had left.
He forced Alexa's hand away and rushed towards Wallace.
He stopped millimeters from her, red-faced, blowing like a bull.

- If you ever speak ill of Alexa again... Goren's facial features were contorted with rage, and his brown eyes shone with fury. Woman or no woman... He spat out his words angrily. I'll take care of you. And you wish you were no longer alive.
He'd take care of her...
And she'd wish she were still alive.
Would those be threats...
Yes, they were.
It sure sounded like it.
Name of God...
Wallace had never seen Goren in such a state of rage, so much hatred in his eyes, and that threat he'd just uttered against her, which Wallace could see Goren was ready to carry out if she spoke ill of Eames again.

My God...
So even with amnesia, Goren always sided with Eames, defending her tooth and nail.
But this was worse.
He was ready to carry out his threat.
So it was best not to hang around.
- I've got to go... My husband.
With that, and without missing a beat, Wallace slipped out of the alley.
- Bobby...
Eames gently placed her hand on his arm.
At Alexa's soft voice, and the gentle touch of her slender fingers on his arm, Goren looked down at her.
All the rage he felt for Wallace vanished in the blink of an eye at the sight of Alexa's face, the beloved, the cherished.
Alexa was looking at him with her big, bright hazel eyes.
She was so cute, so endearing right now.
How could this Wallace woman call Alexa a heathen?
She was purity itself.
He was the wanton one…

Not her.
He clenched his fists with all his might, until his knuckles were white.
But Alexa put her hands on her fists and shook her head in denial.
So for Alexa's sake, and only for her sake, Goren decided to pull himself together, to calm his anger, and brought his hand to her cheek, caressing it with infinite gentleness.
- My little angel...
Gently, he took her hand in his, intertwining his slender fingers with hers.
- Come Alexa... Let's leave this place.
Eames nodded, letting Goren guide her, never taking her eyes off his back.
Good God…

Eames could never forget what had just happened.
Goren had openly defended himself against this murderess who insulted him.
The murderess who had constantly harassed Goren throughout their careers, and insulted him in the process.
Goren had always told her not to respond to her provocation.
But today, he had.
But after all, Goren couldn't remember anything.
So how could he remember what he'd always told him.
But Eames could never forget that Goren had stood up for him.
He'd protected her.
And his heartbeat never stopped beating at a frantic pace, and that beat only for him.
For Goren.