author's note

"nights with you were amazing," he tells me, running one of his calloused hands through my hair gently. "the way we touched, the way we melted into each other. i loved the way you grabbed my face as we kissed; how could you blame me for falling in love? i couldn't help myself."

he casts a sad glance down at my eyes, which already found their way to his.

"but you don't really remember that, do you?"