Remembering You

It's Viral

Me: He seems like a total jerk.

Mr. Right: I guess you liked jerks.

Me: You seem nice, though.

Mr. Right: I am.

Mr. Right: People misunderstand me usually. Not you, though. You always knew exactly what I meant. You were fearless with me. Fearless in every way possible.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I wasn't fearless anymore. If anything, I was entirely overwhelmed with fear and anxiety over everything. I didn't have the chance to compose a witty response; the phone was plucked out of my hand by my husband, who apparently had chosen that moment in life to find his life energy again.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked trying to look at the chat. I tried to snatch the phone back unsuccessfully since he was so much taller than me and it took very little for him to keep it above me. I stood up on the bed to grab it back, but he just backed away with a smirk on his face.

"None of your business. You don't want to have a wife; by all means, you're relieved from your husband's duties. Give me my phone back and leave me alone." I said angrily crossing my arms pouting more than what was perhaps needed.

He raised an eyebrow to this. "What if I don't?" He questioned in a way that could almost be considered playful if I didn't know him better. I grit my teeth and did the only thing I could do. I lunged at him.

He seemed to have been anticipating this and grabbed me by my shirt, shoving me back on the bed on my knees somehow in one smooth movement, holding me down, essentially kneeling under his power. I glared at him, wiggling, trying to free myself from his grasp, but I was no match. He didn't seem angry. He just tossed the phone on the bed, holding me down with much enjoyment. It was as if this was his fucked up version of flirtation.

Something tickled my mind in a strange way, and my head started to hurt.

"You've...you've done this before..." I said, not able to remember more than a hazy feeling of déjà vu. He held me exactly like this and then kissed me forcefully. Passionately. And me actually letting him. It was confusing. Why would I be okay with him being a jerk and seem to encourage it in a way?

His dark eyes showed a brief moment of surprise before they deepened in a dangerous way, and he gave me a nod.

"I liked it? Why would I like it? I don't get it." I said confused and shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, not obeying the normal distancing he did with me, his breath tickling my neck in an energizing way.

"Let me show you." I wasn't sure what to expect, so I jumped when he kissed my neck gently. It was so tender that I would have missed it normally. He trailed a line of kisses across my shoulder and to the center of my chest. He didn't wait for me to grant him permission and he lifted my sweater off of me, swirling tongue down my midsection carefully.

I closed my eyes wanting to push him away, but also wanting to soak it in as well. It was as if he knew exactly how to touch me and where to touch me to make me calm and warm me even without the sweater on. He didn't stop until he got to the bottom of my stomach where he drew back. Both of his hands were on my hips and he drew back so slowly and I could tell he had gotten lost in his own thoughts and feelings.

His hair was jet black and a total mess, and it looked so soft I found myself threading my hands in it, curious to how it felt and how he would react. How was it that he was a total jerk one moment and as soft as a fuzzy teddy the next? He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against my stomach, taking a deep breath.

"Anna. I should leave." He said coming to himself standing up to leave. I made a disappointed noise and he paused debating with himself. I should have just let him go, he had been nothing but trouble.

But he was finally opening up and showing me his more personal side, and my curiosity trumped my anger for him.

"Please?" I whispered, pulling him back with my tone even though I wasn't physically touching him.

His phone went off noisily in his chair.

"Oh fuck." He looked me up and down when he said the words and backed away from me slowly, wiping his face as he did.

"You should get that." I offered awkwardly when the phone rang again, but he still hadn't answered it.

"Oh, right." He said, jumping up to grab it and trying to fix his hair pointlessly to look a little less just about to fuck style. He answered the video call, his normal coldness returning much to my sadness.

"Hello." He answered calmly composed far more than I was. I got dressed while watching him talk.

"We have an issue. Five more patients came in all with the same symptoms. This thing is far more contagious than we anticipated. Those cases combined with our hospital cases and we are at a hundred now and running out of beds." The women on the other side said clearly panicking.

"Right...uh... I'll be right down." He said distantly, the words not seeming to really resonate with him. He was turned away from me and rubbing his face, and I thought he had started to cry or something, but when he turned around, I realized he had been trying to clean his nose.

"Fuck." I muttered, realizing his nose was bleeding.

"You have it, don't you? That virus? But...that means..." I trailed off, realizing that meant he would die shortly. Most likely, He wouldn't meet my eyes, just looking down at the floor. For once, he was easy to read, and I could tell he was angry with himself and filled with guilt. Before, I would have assumed it was anger to me, but I seemed to slowly be learning his emotions.

"Anna...you need to take a shower thenisolate yourself." He said harshly before leaving in a swoop, theloneliness and realization that it meant my time was also most likely limitedoverwh