Remembering My "Life Before"
Those assholes at B*E*A*S*T* have a lot of shit to answer for. And Marlie... The woman looks so lost. Everytime she gazes at me, my heart jumps and all I want to do is kiss her tears away. I only have one hazy memory of my life before--making love to my wife on a starlit night. I can even remember exactly what Marlie tastes like.
I've got to know if what I remember is real. I NEED to know if it truly happened. I'm going crazy just thinking about it. But I can smell Marlie's scent. She's apprehensive and confused and scared at the fact that I've merely waltzed back into her life. But there's another scent wafting from her, a stronger one, one that's making me salivate at the thought alone.
Christ, the woman still wants me after all this time! Wade says I have a second chance with her. He thinks she's still in love with me. Judging by her scent, I'd say he's not too far from the truth. But I can't jump into a new relationship with a woman I don't remember. That wouldn't be fair to either of us.
Damn it, I can hear her crying. I won't be able to stand it much longer.
Shit, I'm going to regret this. But I've got to taste her again. There's no other choice. I need to remember her. I need HER.