Unforgettable (15 page)

 
He moved on to the next pictures. Nothing looked familiar to me. I was becoming frustrated again. I must have made some sound because Ethan turned to me, placing his face mere inches from mine. I couldn’t move. The only thing I could do was take a deep breath. His scent hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, I did have a memory. I was sniffing Ethan, but we weren’t wearing any clothes. We weren’t sitting upright either. His smell triggered a memory of sex and my body was suddenly craving it. It’s like my body remembered what my mind refused to.

 
I leaned into him, like I had in the kitchen, but this time I wasn’t embarrassed by it; I was turned on. There was only one thing to do in this situation. My mouth had a mind of its own.

 
“Can we have sex?”
 

Chapter Twelve

 
Omigod, did that just come out of my mouth? I sat still in mortification, but on the inside I was churning.
Please say yes. Please say
yes
.

 
He jerked his head back so that he could look at me. “What?” I didn’t answer him. He heard me, and I wasn’t brave enough to repeat it.

 
“Juliet, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He used the voice of someone trying to let you down gently. “Not that I don’t want to.”

 
Yeah right, I’ve heard that before. Really, I have. Unfortunately, this was not the first time I had been turned down for sex. However, it was the first time I had been rejected by someone who supposedly loved me. My sense of humiliation increased tenfold with that thought. I had to get out of here.

 
I made to hop off my stool but he grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let me escape.

 
“Uh uh. You’re not going to say something like that and run away. Why do you want to have sex with me? Right now?”

 
I didn’t want to tell him what I had just remembered, but I realized if I didn’t I would be denied for sure.

 
“I just had a flash of memory when I smelled you. I could remember us in bed.” He widened his eyes and waited for me to continue. “I was sniffing you just now and I could see us, naked, in bed.” I was embarrassed to tell him this. Once again it made me seem like I had some kind of sniffing fetish.

 
His eyes had changed. First they were taken by surprise, then interest, now they were filled with lust. Oh yeah, he wanted me. My ego re-inflated, and I wanted to gloat, but there was no time. I felt like a squirming, melting mess.

 
“Juliet, when we are together like that again, I want you to know it’s me. I need you to
know
me.”

 
For butt’s sake, how could he turn down an offer of sex? I only had a fleeting memory, but I could see we were hot together. It wasn’t right. Not only am I currently being denied my life, but I am also being denied a necessary part of human companionship in the form of scorching hot intercourse.

 
I took my hands off his shoulders and stood up.

 
“Wait. Jules, wait.”

 
I didn’t listen, instead scurrying into the bedroom and closing the door. I flopped down on the bed. I felt horribly lonely. It was strange; spending the morning with Ethan had been great, I felt comfortable for the first time in two days. I wanted to spend
more
time with him. I couldn’t help the fact that I wanted to be with him. I guess the real problem was that my hormones had gone into overdrive and I had ended up propositioning him like a street walker.

 
So, here I was, back on the bed, writhing in humiliation. It’s like some kind of sick pattern. I wanted to leave the house and drive around or something, but I didn’t have anywhere to go. I thought about Carrie. Of course! I could go to her house. I just couldn’t tell her what happened. Some things were even too humiliating to share with your best friend. I sat up. I was going to get my phone and call her. I had only gotten as far as the thought of leaving when the bedroom door opened.

 
“Please leave,” I said politely. “I could use a little time on my own.”

 
“I’ve got a better idea. You said you smelled me and remembered. Try it again.”

 
“What?” Uh,
no
.
        

 
“Smell me.” He said it quietly, but it was a command.

 
I looked over at him. He had pulled his sweater off, so all he had on was a form fitting white tee shirt and his jeans. He looked positively edible. My mind drove me right back to downtown Lustville.

 
“I don’t know.” I was afraid of getting all worked up again and then being shoved aside like some humping puppy. I was in a precarious state of mind. I didn’t need the rejection.

 
“Come on Juliet, you know you want to.” He sounded like a drug pusher. He knew I needed a fix. I could only hold out for so long. He sat next to me.

 
“All right. One sniff, then I’m leaving.” Even to my own ears this conversation sounded bizarre. I leaned over and smelled his tee shirt. Damn, he smelled delicious. I closed my eyes and really let myself get into it.

 
He moaned and his arm came up around my waist.
 
I’ll take that as a good sign.
I pulled my hands up to his shoulders to steady myself and got up on my knees. He didn’t move, but his eyes closed. Mmhmm. I was going to get some.

 
I threw one knee over his thighs so that I was straddling him. I tilted my head so that I could smell his neck, and I couldn’t stop my tongue from touching his skin. It was slightly salty, but it just turned me on more. My lips moved from his neck to his jaw, never breaking contact. I placed my hand on either side of his head, about to connect with his mouth, when I felt myself being flipped down onto my back on the bed.

 
He was on top of me in an instant kissing me with a passion he had obviously been holding back yesterday.

 
“Juliet.” He whispered it into my mouth. I felt good. No, good is too tame, I felt great. My skin felt electric.

 
My hands went sliding under his shirt, making contact with the smooth skin of his stomach. I felt his muscles tense under my fingertips. That wasn’t all I felt. I could feel the hard bulge of his peen pressing into my thigh. I did a happy dance in my head. Yay for me! I moved my legs to press against it and he groaned. I could feel it all down my body.

 
“Please Ethan, please.” I didn’t like to beg, but desperate times and all that.

 
He pulled his head back and opened his eyes. “Take your shirt off.”
Yes.
Now we were getting somewhere. I moved out from under him slightly while I pulled the tunic off, sorry that I had a bra on. He popped open the clasp with his beautiful long fingers and cupped my left breast all the while pushing us back down onto the mattress. Before I could take another breath, he had his mouth attached to my right breast, causing a tingle all the way down to my toes.

 
I laid there like a slug, just moaning and squirming, waiting for him to really get down to business when two things happened at once. Lucy started barking ferociously and the doorbell chimed. No, Nooooo! I wanted to put my hands over Ethan’s ears, but it was too late. He stopped what he was doing, what I was secretly starting to believe he was born to do, and sat up quickly. I continued to lie there, prostrate, in a stupor of yearning.

 
He paused, I assumed he was waiting to see if whoever was at the door decided to leave. No such luck. The evil troll at the front door decided to mash on the bell again and Ethan jumped up.

 
“Don’t answer it,” I hissed from my prone position.

 
“I have to. It might be something important.” What,
this
isn’t important?

 
He grabbed my tunic from the floor where I had thrown it only a minute before, in that wonderful time when I was on the fast track to satisfaction. I took it, but not without glaring at Ethan first. He just gave me a look like Ralphie from
A Christmas Story
that said “But the bell rang,” and turned toward the door. The doorbell chimed again and my frustration got the better of me.

 
“Hold on. Someone is busy right now.” I screamed this at the top of my lungs and pulled my top on. Ethan disappeared to the living room.

 
Lucy had stopped barking and had barreled into the bedroom and retrieved her stuffed duck. Must be someone she knows at the door. She always has to show off her toys to her friends. Friend or not, I would not be appeased. Whoever it was just spoiled what was gearing up to be quite the afternoon.

 
“What took you so long?” I could hear Carrie’s voice twinkling down the hallway and I was torn. Twenty minutes ago I was about to call her, I was looking forward to seeing her. Now, not so much.

 
I couldn’t hear Ethan’s reply. I’m sure he wasn’t telling her the holdup, though. It just didn’t seem like something he would do. I made my way out to the living room. I had to be sociable after all. Ethan smoothed down my hair and gave me a strange look.

 
Carrie was just looking between the two of us with raised eyebrows. I looked down at myself. My shirt was on inside out. I wanted to fix it, but I decided to brazen it out. I didn’t know what to say and I guess neither one of them did either. We stood there in awkward silence for about fifteen seconds before Ethan stepped into the void.

 
“Carrie, did you need something?”

 
“Not really. I just came to visit with Juliet for a while.” She walked over to the couch and plopped herself down. Lucy jumped up and joined her. It didn’t look like she was leaving any time soon. Crap. My desire was slowly seeping away. I let go of Ethan’s arm and joined Carrie on the couch.

 
“I remembered some things today,” I told her while I made myself comfortable and put my feet on the coffee table.

 
“Ooh, like what?” She was like a schoolgirl, giddy and anxious.
 

 
“Well, first thing this morning, I remembered Ethan loves bacon and mushroom omelets. Then, at the fish market, I remembered telling him I loved him for the first time.”

 
“You went to the fish market?” Carrie turned up her nose. She didn’t like going to the fish market, ever. She said the smell stuck to her for days. Obviously, my news came in a distant second. She finally clued in. “Oh, Juliet that’s awesome. See, everything is going to come back, just like they said.” She leaned forward and pulled me into a hug. “And it’s only been two days!”

 
“I know. I’m finally starting to believe everything is going to be okay.”

 
Ethan sat down on the loveseat. He was looking disgruntled. Good, now he knows how I was feeling just a little while ago. I wished Carrie would leave so that we could continue our previous activities out here. It wouldn’t be the first time.

 
I thought back to when Carrie had walked in on us inflagranti delicto. Her screams were only drowned out by Ethan’s. I laughed. As embarrassing as it was, it was also hilarious. Wait. I just remembered that. Holy Frack! I remembered! My adrenaline was pumping. Things were flying back to me so fast. This was the third thing today. No, the fourth. I jumped up. They both looked up at me in surprise.

 
“I just remembered. I remembered you walking in on us, Carrie!” I was so excited I could hardly keep myself from jumping up and down. I went over to the loveseat and grabbed Ethan’s arm. “I remembered.” He looked up at me with a mixture of happiness and mortification. He started blushing. I just grinned back. Then, slowly, the embarrassment started to creep into my thoughts. I hardly remembered anything, but I remembered being caught having sex with my best friend’s younger brother.
Before
we had gone public. I recalled that much. Now I was blushing, too. I felt like we had just been caught again. I let go of Ethan’s arm and sat back down on the couch. I wished the floor would swallow me up.