“Wait here. I’ll be done soon.”
As he leaned in for another kiss, I turned my head away.
Jonah gently touched my face. “It’s okay if you don’t remember me. Let’s just take it slow.”
Then, he headed into the kitchen, and soon, the aroma of food filled the air.
After dinner, I got up to return to my room. He followed right behind me.
My chest tightened—was he planning to sleep in the same room as me?
As far as he knew, I had amnesia, and he was my boyfriend—of course, he’d expect us to share a bed. But in reality, I hadn’t lost my memory at all.
Jonah followed me into the room, and I stood to the side, frantically trying to figure out how to avoid the situation.
“Um, I—”
“Starting tonight, you’ll sleep here. I’ll be in the next room. Call me if you need anything.”
We spoke at the same time, and his words left me stunned.
“We have plenty of time to get to know each other again, so we can take it slow.”
My face flushed with embarrassment at my earlier assumptions. I lowered my head, unsure how to face him.
“Gina, my friends are getting together tomorrow. Come with me?”
Still recovering from the embarrassment, I nodded instinctively. “Okay.” Then, I pretended to look troubled. “But I’m afraid I won’t recognize anyone.”
“Don’t worry. You have me.”
That night, I actually slept pretty well.
