ORION.
"Why do you look at me like that?" I asked Harro, my voice barely above a whisper. He was gazing at me with an enigmatic expression, his chin resting on his hand, those piercing blue eyes holding me captive. God, he was so perfect, and the ache of missing him was almost unbearable, even as he sat right in front of me.
This had become our routine since the day he'd shown up at my doorstep. He'd rush to me after work, eager to spend time together. He'd talk about everything and nothing, and I'd listen, entranced. He'd taken to teaching me how to cook- again, and sometimes I'd prepare meals for him, his eyes never leaving mine as he savored each bite. He'd ask me questions, and I'd try to respond without revealing too much, the weight of our unshared history hanging in the air.
The painful truth remained: he didn't remember our time together, and this was all new to him. The thought filled me with a mix of sadness and longing, as I struggled to reconcile the past with our present.
"How do I look at you?" Harro asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he chuckled. His gaze remained fixed on me, making my skin prickle with awareness.
I searched for the right words to describe the intensity of his stare. "You look at me like... like you're trying to figure me out," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like I'm some kind of puzzle or something." I shifted nervously under his piercing gaze, my heart racing.
Harro's smile grew wider. "You're a puzzle, alright!" he said, his voice was low and sweet. "A beautiful puzzle. I'm fascinated by you. You're absolutely beautiful." He sat up straighter, his eyes burning with sincerity. "I like how it feels when I'm around you." His words stole my breath, leaving me reeling.
Harro had always been the more expressive one in our relationship, and even though he'd forgotten our past, his words still stirred up a maelstrom of emotions within me. Guilt twirled with longing, leaving me questioning whether I was allowed to feel this way about a man who didn't remember me. He'd made it clear he wanted to be with me, but I felt like I'd be cheating on the Harro I once knew by giving in to my feelings for this new, memory-less version of him.
I attempted to deflect his compliment, trying to hide the turmoil brewing inside. "I'm a hundred percent pounds of pure muscle, adult male. You can't just say I'm beautiful. It's weird." I forced a laugh, but Harro just chuckled, running his hand through his white hair. My heart skipped a beat at the simple gesture. This wasn't normal.
"Hey, don't judge me!" Harro protested, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You wanted to know why I couldn't keep my eyes off you, and I just told you what was on my mind."
I chuckled, moving from the kitchen island to put away the last pair of spoons I was drying. As I turned to face him, I noticed his brows scrunched up in concentration.
"What are you struggling with over there?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. "Do you need help?" Harro shook his head, sighing in frustration.
"I finally found someone to fix my old phone," he explained, holding up the device. "I don't know why the police fuss over their evidence material so much." His words trailed off as he turned on the phone, and I felt a sudden jolt of unease. My instincts screamed at me to stop him, but I was too late.
Harro's eyes widened, and he sprang up from his seat, as if he'd been burned by the device. I rushed to his side, catching him as he stumbled. We both dropped to the floor, my arms wrapped tightly around him as he stared blankly ahead. The phone clattered to the floor with a loud thud, forgotten in the chaos.
"Are you okay?" I asked, gazing down at Harro with deep concern. My heart sank as I saw tears pooling in his eyes, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably. His body trembled in my arms as he looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and despair.
Slowly, he reached out a hand, but hesitated, his fingers hovering just inches from my face. "I forgot you?" he whispered, his voice laced with incredulity. My eyes widened, a spark of hope igniting within me - had his memory finally returned?
He continued, his voice weak and shaking. "How could I forget you?" The anguish in his words was palpable, and I instinctively tightened my hold on him, trying to offer what little comfort I could.
My gaze drifted to the phone's bright screen on the floor, and my heart skipped a beat. There, displayed in vivid detail, was a picture of Harro and me, taken on his bed. I was smiling down at him, his head resting on my lap, our faces inches apart. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, and I felt a rush of emotions - his memories were finally returning.
"Oh my God, it must have hurt like hell when I asked you who you were at the hospital, Orion." Harro whispered, his voice shaking with shock and sorrow. He was still sobbing, and I felt my own tears streaming down my face as I held him close.
"I'm so sorry, Orion," he cried, his words barely intelligible through his sobs. "How... why? How could I forget you?" he mumbled, more to himself, his confusion and despair obvious.
He clung to me, pleading, "I'm so sorry I forgot you, baby, please don't hate me!" I tried to pull back to see his face, but he wouldn't let go, holding me in a tight, desperate hug. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both sobbed.
"I could never hate you," I whispered, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "It wasn't your fault you got hurt." I kissed his head, trying to comfort him as he hiccuped, his body still shaking with sobs.
"It's okay, don't cry anymore," I cooed, trying to calm him down. "You're going to get a migraine." I held him close, trying to absorb his pain, my own tears streaming down my face as I whispered words of comfort into his ear.
After a while of hugging and crying, I coaxed Harro into washing his face, and now he stood before me, his eyes locked on mine as I leaned against the kitchen sink. His gaze was unwavering, his face a mixture of emotions as he struggled to process the memories that had come flooding back.
"I remember," Harro breathed finally, his voice thick with emotion. "I remember everything." His eyes held mine, filled with a deep longing and tenderness. The connection between us was clear, a thread that had only grown stronger during our time apart.
The joy, relief, and gratitude coursing through me were almost overwhelming. The spark between us ignited like a flame, and I found myself moving closer to him, my breath hitching as my hands found his waist, pulling him into my embrace.
Harro lifted his head, his eyes burned with a mix of love and desire, and I couldn't resist the pull any longer. I kissed him softly, tentatively at first, savoring the taste and texture I had missed so desperately. His lips were familiar yet new, and I felt my heart soar as we deepened the kiss.
I pulled away gently, my voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me what you remember." My pulse quickened as I waited for his response, my lips still tingling from our kiss.
With a low growl of affection, Harro tilted his chin up, his eyes burning into my soul. "I remember the way you laugh," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "How your smile lights up my world, and how we used to stay up all night, just talking." His thumb brushed softly across my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.
My heart skipped a beat as he continued, his voice filled with conviction. "I remember how much I love you." The words ignited a fire within me, and I felt my resolve crumble.
Unable to hold back anymore, I pressed my body against his, feeling the heat radiating from him. Our kisses grew more fervent, our mouths moving hungrily against each other as we melded into one. I could feel the memories coursing through him as my hands roamed his body, blending with the passion that had always existed between us.
I lifted Harro effortlessly onto the kitchen island, his legs wrapping around my waist as our lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands held onto me, our kisses deepening with an urgency born of lost time and newfound promise.
"God, it feels so good to kiss you again," I murmured against his mouth, before my lips trailed down his neck, eliciting soft gasps from him.
"I can't believe I forgot how your kisses felt," he replied, breathless, as his hands explored my body, memories awakening with every touch. The warmth of his hands ignited my skin, sending jolts of desire through me.
With newfound confidence, I swept him up and carried him to the sitting room, gently lowering us onto the couch. Our lips met again, our bodies aligning perfectly as we moved together with a rhythm both familiar and exhilarating.
Whispers of love filled the air, mingling with gasps and moans as we climbed the edge of passion. Every touch and kiss was a declaration, every sigh an embrace of all we had been through, and all we had yet to experience.
As we reached climax together, the world around us blurred, leaving only the sheer bliss of our reunion. As the waves of pleasure crashed over us, enveloping us in a blissful haze, we knew we were finally where we belonged – with each other, fiercely in love, ready to face whatever came next.
After a while, I asked Harro, "Can you walk?" He shook his head, and I smiled, lifting him up to carry him bridal-style to my bedroom. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent as I held him close, feeling a deep sense of peace and content washing over me, knowing everything was finally back to normal.