Nicola Taylor I set the bed while Cole was in the shower, while I kept thinking. What should I wear? The thought of choosing something that wouldn’t entice him gnawed at me. I knew that once his memory returned, we would have a big problem to face. After all, we were technically separated, a
Nicola Taylor He hovered over me as I trembled beneath him, my body reacting to every caress, every brush of his lips against my skin. When he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the hollow of my throat, I let out a soft moan, my hands instinctively reaching out to pull him closer. He obliged, his mou
Nicola Taylor I glanced at the clock, noting that it was already 11 a.m. I had to drag myself out of bed early to drop Arabella off at school, but I had been taking days off since Cole’s accident. Technically, I hadn’t really slept at all last night. I’ve never seen this side of Cole before, and it
“We shouldn’t,” I whispered weakly, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch, craving more of the connection that had ignited between us. “I can’t help it, Nicola,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent as he gazed into my eyes. “Your eyes—they’re so big and beautiful. I could look a
Nicola Taylor "Okay, Cole, follow my finger with your eyes." The doctor’s voice was calm, methodical, as he moved his finger back and forth in front of Cole’s face. Sienna and I stood by, our eyes glued to the scene, a mix of hope and dread swirling inside us. Cole did as he was told, his eyes tra
Nicola Taylor Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I had expected this conversation at some point, but not so soon, and certainly not with such raw emotion. Sienna’s tears mirrored my own, her desperation tugging at the corners of my resolve. “Sienna, it’s not about me,” I tried to explain,
Nicola Taylor For the first time in weeks, I left Cole alone at home and attended my class. I couldn't shake the worry gnawing at my thoughts, the anxiety of not being there if he needed me. To cope, I made his favourite cheesecake, hoping that familiar flavours might trigger a memory, any memory.
He hesitated, his brow furrowing in confusion, but then he nodded slowly choosing to just trust me. “Okay, I’ll put it in the drawer but,” he said, carefully placing the photo inside. As he did, I couldn’t help but wonder how great our marriage and relationship would have been if he didn’t have any