She Will Be Loved

She Will Be Loved (Chapter 24)

Hannah's POV

The awkwardness grew as we ate in silence. I didn't know what to say, how to act. Adams gaze stayed on his plate as he picked at his food, his eyebrows pushed together as he thought. I sigh and take my empty plate to the sink before washing and drying it, putting it up instinctively. My hands froze on the cabinet as I realized I knew exactly where it went. Another memory flashed in my mind, a late Sunday morning brunch. I sat on the counter as Adam washed dishes. When he finished he handed them to me and I dried them before putting them up. We had ended up getting in a water fight, little white bubbles splashing out of the sink and onto the counter and floor. "I slipped" I say with a smile and look back at the man at the table. "And you laughed before helping me up. I had a bump on my head for two days." My voice was barely a whisper as I bite my lip. His fork collided with the plate with a loud clang as he heard me talk. "A-and then you said it was my fault for playing in the water." The memory slowly faded from my eyes, a slight smile on my lips. Adam slowly gets up and comes over to me. His voice was thick and raspy as he stepped closer, "And then you called me a poopy head" he says with a smile. I bite my lip and nod as I look down, blush on my cheeks as he gets closer. My hand finds the hard marble counter top and I gasp as another memory takes over. The image of Adam shirtless between my legs whispering how much he loved me as his hands wondered up my legs. "W-we...we made love here" my cheeks burn a bright red as I look up at him, his hazel eyes burning with an intense passion. "Adam..." I whisper. Before I can wrap my mind around what's happening his arms snake around my waist, pulling me close to him as our lips connect. A spark takes over my body sending every nerve ending on edge. My body perfectly melts to his, no hesitation. After a minute he pulls away, his breathing ragged as he gently cups my face. "Hannah..." His voice sends chills down my spine as I get on my tip toes and connect our lips again, needing more. "Take away the pain." I whisper against his perfect lips. Instantly I am lifted up into his strong tattooed arms. My arms and legs wrap around him as he holds me, begining to walk upstairs. Our kiss gets deep and passionate as we bounce off the walls towards his room. Before I even think about what I'm doing my hands yank off my shirt, tossing it across the room as he lays me down on his bed. Carefully his hands work to remove my clothes, his lips tracing my skin as if they were starving for my touch. I lay completely naked in his bed, a smile on my lips as I watch him strip. Biting my lip I think of what I'm about to do, but there's no awkwardness. I can feel it. His love radiates off his skin as he kisses up my body before laying between my legs. The love we made was sweet and slow and perfect. We got to relearn each other's body all over again. Breathing heavily he looks down into my eyes, "I love you Hannah" he whispers kissing me softly. A small tear trails down my cheek as I hold him tightly to me. Closing my eyes I try to remember, but nothing comes. What if I never remember anything else about our life together? Biting my lip I stay nestled in his arms, trying to concentrate on the lost memories. His hand absentmindedly played with my hair as he slowly falls asleep, a smile on his face as he drifts to dreamland. Once he's asleep I stand up and throw on one of his shirts, walking into the bathroom and staring at my reflection, not even recognizing the woman staring back at me. "Who am I?" I whisper softly and close my eyes, wishing it was so simple.