Forty-four

He longed to kiss her, to feel her body close to his. Desire pulsed through him, urging him to act, he wanted her, right here, right now but he held back. She was still recovering her memories, and he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability. If he gave in to his urges now, he risked losing her forever.

What if she regained her memories and decided she didn't want to be with him anymore? How would she feel knowing that he touched her while she was still sick?

He felt her moving closer, her eyelids slowly closing, and the closer she got, the hotter he felt. He could feel her breath on his face, and he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation. But as much as he wanted her, he knew he couldn't give in to his desires. She was still recovering her memories, and he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability.

He rolled down the window in a panic, hoping to distract her from what almost happened. She froze and stared at the rolled-down window with a puzzled expression. He to