PaigeTwo weeks pass in a flash. Dallas and I spend the days apart. He goes to the gym, sees his agent, and runs other errands related to his football career while I’m at home, drawing cartoon characters to earn a living. We spend the evenings together, watching series while cuddling on the couch or cooking together.We are happy.Perhaps too happy?We never really argue. Not when Dallas knows how to turn everything into a joke. It’s irritating, but at the same, I go tight and hot in all the right places when I see him smile or hear him laugh, so I don’t mind. Letting back into my life was the best decision I’ve ever made. Happiness is all around, but when I think of the rotten truth that he doesn’t know: that we were together for years before he lost his memories, I feel like the worst person on earth. I should tell Dallas the truth, but…his lost memories haven’t been brought up even once. Not even Julian has asked me about it…which is a bit strange. Shouldn’t Dallas’ agent be inte
PaigeI’m doing the dishes the morning after I slept with Dallas. He is at the gym, and I’m in a happy place right now. Most of my walls have crumbled. I’m no longer feeling hesitant about letting Dallas become the main character in my life. I want him in it, and I never want him to leave. It’s been years since I felt this giddy about a guy, and the funny part is that the last time I felt like this, Dallas was the cause of it.He is my first and my second love.My heart flutters at that thought, and I smile while drying off the plates Dallas, and I used for breakfast. To be honest, he isn’t the best at cooking, but he tried to make us omelets, and it was the sweetest thing ever. The big guy never cooked for me in the past, which makes me think he is turning a new leaf with his memory loss.Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and I blink in surprise. I’m not expecting any company. Is Dallas already home?I head over to the hallway, dressed in Dallas’ oversized bleached t-shirt and
PaigeThe seconds tick by like sand, slowly falling to the bottom of an hourglass before Dallas finally answers the question. “You are the one in control, Paige. We will go with whatever decision you make.”I stare down at the floor, lost in thought. Part of me wants to unlock the door and hug Dallas. I’m in love with him—I’m not stupid enough not to realize that, but I also don’t trust him. What if he abandons me once his interest fades? It’s definitely a possibility.“I...” I hold my breath and pause for a moment, considering my options before exhaling. “I don’t know what I want yet.”“Fair enough...” Dallas falls silent before I hear him shifting behind the bathroom door. “Would you mind coming out of there to talk to me?”“Yeah...of course...” I’m about to unlock the door, but then I think better of it. Seeing Dallas’ blue eyes and charming smile would weaken my resolve to keep some distance between us. Shit. Why didn’t I think of that? I try to buy time by coming up with somethin
Dallas I watch Paige shuffle through the hangers on the hunt for a new bathing suit. She seems very into it, and that’s why I say nothing about us being in the children’s department. Maybe her plan is to wear Bambi over her tits so that I won’t spend the entire day checking her out on our trip on the yacht tomorrow? My fingers curl tighter around my coffee cup. Paige is too into her search to pay me any attention, so I take a seat on a nearby chair, watching my fiery little redhead until the sales clerk approaches her. “Sweetie, do you need help with anything?” Sweetie? I lift my eyebrows. The sales clerk woman must think Paige is a child, probably because her left arm is acting like a hanger for a bunch of children’s clothing. Paige is also pretty short and isn’t using makeup which gives her a very youthful look. “I’m fine, thank you,” Paige replies with a tight smile before returning her attention to the bathing suits. That’s my Paige—determined and fully focused on her task.
Paige “Dallas, we are going to be late meeting your friend if you don’t get up and get dressed.” The lineman on my couch grumbles his response, but he still isn’t fully awake. I watch him from above. His face is relaxed, his expression innocent, angelic, and vulnerable. His long dark eyelashes lie soft against his cheeks, and there are some freckles peppered over his skin from the sun. His brown hair, which is usually styled, curls slightly toward his face in different directions, and I try not to laugh. Dallas truly looks like an angel in the mornings, and unable to help myself, I take a seat on the couch. I run my fingers through his soft hair and giggle when he immediately relaxes and seems to fall deeper asleep. “I’m doing this to wake you up, silly,” I say in an amused tone. “Wakey-wakey, Dallas.” His blue eyes open all the way, and I rest my gaze on his beautiful face. I’m staring at the sweep of his dark lashes, and when he smiles, my heart prickles. What am I doing sittin
PaigeI’m sitting below deck with an ugly knitted blanket wrapped around my shoulders, wishing I was anywhere but on this damn yacht in the middle of the ocean.I never knew I was the kind of person to get seasick, but when the yacht bobbles up and down on the water again, I almost throw up. Misery is all around, and Dallas looks concerned when I hug myself.“Are you alright?” he asks from the doorframe, big arms parked over his muscular chest.I scowl. “Let’s see... I’m on a yacht with my ex-boyfriend and his friends, and everyone is excited about the drinking games tonight while I already puked thirty minutes ago. Yeah, I think everything is perfectly fine.”Dallas chuckles at the sarcasm in my voice, and his arms fall into the pockets of his shorts. He isn’t wearing a t-shirt, but it’s not his abs that seize the air in my lungs; it’s the dimples around his mouth. His smile is beautiful enough to disarm me and make me feel like a toothless tiger, especially when he aims it in my dir
HopeTaylor and her friends are still laughing as I push myself off Dallas’ chest. I’m horrified about what I’ve just done, and most of all, I just want to sink through the floor, but despite my wishes, I don’t stand up. The world is spinning, and everything gets even worse when I realize Dallas is fuming.I swallow thickly. “I’m... I’m...” I can’t bring myself to apologize as I stare at my vomit that is all over Dallas’ muscular chest.He doesn’t look happy about it, either.His jaw is clenched tight as he stands up. I’m fully expecting him to yell at me, but surprisingly, he helps me up from the deck. Why is he helping me? I can tell he isn’t happy. I can literally feel the heat radiating from his body, and it’s not from the sun. Yet he hasn’t raised his voice—something the old Dallas definitely would have done.“You okay?” he asks through gritted teeth.I nod, my face hot with shame. “I’m sorry, Dallas. I didn’t mean to—”“It’s fine,” he cuts me off. “Let’s just get you cleaned up.
DallasIf I’d believed I’d get something more than a goodnight kiss by bringing Paige to my bed, I was sorely wrong.As we lay in my bed with her delicate body resting on top of my larger one, it becomes painfully obvious that no matter how willing she appears in her drunkenness, I can’t take advantage of the situation. Not when she is in such a whimsical and befuddled state.“I really like you, Dallas...like, way more than I probably should.” Paige hiccups while drawing a tiny heart around my hardened nipple. She is naked and rubbing her wet pussy against my hard cock. It’s mental torture knowing that I can’t touch or fuck her since she isn’t in a sober enough state to make any decisions.I take a deep breath, which really does nothing to calm my nerves. I’m still as hard as a fucking rock, but I need to play my cards right. If I fuck Paige tonight, then I won’t ever win back her heart.“Dallas...” Paige looks up at my eyes, drunker than ever, and I have to bite back a smile. She nev