Amnesiac

Eleventh

This was it. If this plan doesn't work, I don't know if I could still manage to live with my life. Darren has to sleep with me or else, everything would just remain as messed up as they were.

I know that I sound like a desperate girlfriend at this point. But when you're amnesiac and can't remember anything about your boyfriend and your past with him, you'll do everything you can to remember at least something. At my situation, this is the only thing I have in mind that might remind me of how I felt with Darren.

Maybe, just maybe, if he bites into the offer and get laid with me, I will remember how much I love him. Who knows, I might as well find shit butterflies in my stomach if ever like how cliché authors put it out in books.

Taking in a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and dialled Darren. He answers in the second ring. "Andromeda? I thought you were grounded? How did you get out of your house? No, how alone did you get your phone and be able to call me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Darren, I'm in front of your house now." I said. "Don't you at least have the plans on at least opening the front door for me? I presume that your parents are asleep at this ungodly hour."

"Right. Okay, I'll be there any second."

"See you then." I sighed.

A few moments later, Darren opens the door. He was just in his black boxers and nothing more. I mentally told myself that at least there won't be much effort of undressing him while we're at it. He ushers me inside their house then we didn't waste anymore time and quickly headed to his bedroom.

His room wasn't like mine that was usually dark. His room was simple, something that is totally masculine. The main colours of the room were navy blue and white, even his bed was coloured that way with the sheets and pillows.

"What makes you get into here?" he asks as he pushes the door close.

His eyes however, stayed on me and checked me out. I intentionally put on the tightest crop-top I could find in the closet. It was cropped enough to show my pierced navel the toned, flat stomach I have inside and was tight enough to compliment by boobs. I was also wearing the shortest skater skirt I had. The waist band was hugging my waist and was showcasing how slim it is. The skirt stopped by my mid thigh. The only thing that could actually be considered conservative was the black cardigan I put over.

Yep, this is the stereotype outfit for a stereotypical, desperate and amnesiac girl.

I didn't respond with words and instead, lunged to him like some sort of a hungry animal. My lips connect with his, and soon enough, they were moving in sync. The movements were easy and smooth like it was practiced enough and maybe it was a sign that Darren already knows my plan for these actions.

His hands hoist me up and my legs clung to him in an instant as he pins me against the wall of his room, my hands on his hair as I messed up the strands effortlessly. The room was filled with our heavy breathing, and I took this as a sign that Darren might finally be okay with the sex plan thing.

He pulls away from the kiss and I end up whimpering at the lost of contact. But then he kisses my neck, biting and sucking at the same time. My head tilts, giving my boyfriend some more access with his business. I started believing him that whenever we make out, I give him boners. I can feel him between my legs as he pressed himself against me a little more and I have never been more thankful that I wore a skirt.

"You plan on... sleeping with me now... right?" I asked in between pants.

He groans and slightly nods. He holds on the under part of my thighs as he walks then plants the two of us on the bed. Darren separates himself from our close proximity, and I grin in success when I saw him bring out a foil packet from his nightstand.