Ghosts

Almost

Senna's pov
Song inspo Deep by Julia Michaels(first part) then Resentment by A Day To Remember(part 2)

When he said my name then something about it felt dangerous, familiar. My gaze snapped to his, like I was in a trance. There was something about the way he breathed it, sensing shivers of excitement and fear up and down my spine.

How could he look at me like that? After struggling to figure out whatever this connection we had? How could he not look at me and wish I was the person he knew? Even if I did get my memories back, would I even be the same after this? Would he still look at me the same then?

Why did I feel such a pull to him as we stood there in silence, just looking at each other? I didn't even know the man, not really. I had yet to ask him for his file, it felt like I would be intruding. Like he would have to open up for me even though I knew he already had, I just couldn't remember. Why was he so willing to do that?

Was this my way of somehow remembering what he meant to me? This primal feeling I was feeling so strongly at the moment?

I couldn't name the reasons why, or recount what about him made us have this understanding but I knew it was there. I just had to get it back, somehow.

I wouldn't let him stop me this time.

Pushing off the island I closed the space between us. For having just met him a few weeks ago, this felt way too right to not have.

I could only hope he'd be able to understand, that he wouldn't reject me again.

His brown eyes widened a bit as I slid my hands up his bare chest, sliding over his scars until I snaked my arms around his shoulders and neck, pulling him down to me. I didn't kiss him, not yet, just let my lips hover inches away from his so he could get out whatever arguments he pleased.

"Senna." He said again, it was both a question and a whine. He pressed his forehead to mine and something about the gesture clicked inside of me. I couldn't picture the specific times or places but I knew for a fact that we had been here before, exactly like this. "You really don't remember me?" He whispered, eyes never leaving mine as he pulled back, just a bit.

"Remind me." I ordered and I could feel the heart spark between us, his eyes turning lazy then as he kissed me. It was different from the previous time, more hungry, more meaning. Like he had been waiting for me forever.

I drank it up. I'd been so sad to find out that I had no family to come collect me from the hospital, that I didn't have someone who had known me my life to be there for me. But I didn't need that anymore, not when Simon was right there in front of me, waiting for me this entire time.

When my lips parted for him this time he didn't shy away, his tongue passing through to explore mine. His hands slid down and hooked underneath my thighs, lifting me up just long enough to set me atop the kitchen island. He stood in between my legs, hands supporting him on the counter on either side of me as he leaned down to dip his kisses to my jawline, then my neck.

I exhaled, letting my eyes close. I'd been worried about the memories of my past rushing to me at a time like this but my mind was only filled with him. I knew that I had already gotten past that hurdle with him, at some point. It made me trust him more, knowing there had been one point where I was afraid of his touch and knowing he'd never force anything on me. It just made me want to give in to him even more.

I flattened one hand on his stomach as he nipped at my collarbone, turning my head to the side to give him more room as my other hand slid into his hair. He let out a quiet groan as I tugged at it gently and I could feel the heat rise, my heart speed up.