PaigeI can’t breathe. Dallas is suffocating me with just a look. I’m dying, breaking apart, and I don’t know how to make it stop. He is asking too much of me. I can’t tell him that he is the man I could never forget. It would break me.“No,” I feel foolish for putting up a battle against him, childish for lifting my nose into the air, but I don’t care. I glare into his eyes, and his lips twitch.It surprises me.Dallas looks darkly amused, and the cold, throaty laugh leaving his lips is shocking. This isn’t the sweet lamb I’ve handled for six weeks. No, this Dallas reminds me of the other Dallas, the wolfish one that knew me so well he could destroy my walls with his mouth.“So there is nothing going on between us, right?”“Yes,” I say a little too fast, but I can’t help it. Anger is spreading over my skin like wildfire.“Then you won’t have a problem telling me to stop.”I freeze, bewildered by his words. “What?”Dallas releases my wrists, and I stare up at him, waiting for him to
PaigeAfter Julian leaves my apartment, Dallas announces he is tired, so I take a quick shower before deciding to watch something in the living room before going to bed.It doesn’t take long before I’ve washed away every sign of my makeup, and I rolled a towel around my head.I look ridiculous, but that doesn’t matter. Mr model should be sleeping right now, which makes it possible for me to walk into the living room while only wearing a bathrobe.“Wonder if there is any new series to watch...” I ask myself while humming the lyrics to a song.It doesn’t take me long to find a movie to watch, and I sit down in the armchair as it begins to play.My eyes are so caught on the screen that I jump in surprise when I hear a low chuckle coming from the couch. When I glance in its direction, I catch Dallas lying on his back with an amused smile on his lips. He is decent, but his feet are bare and casually resting on top of the armrest. “Jesus,” I say, pressing my hand to my chest. “You scared m
PaigeAnother week has passed with me babysitting Dallas. Not that I’m sure you could even call it that anymore. Dallas doesn’t need me that much anymore. Instead, I’m the one using him right now. We are at a grocery store, and Dallas is wearing a ballcap and an ugly sweater as a disguise while I’m rummaging through the bakery aisle.“And then I need blue coloring for the cupcake frosting…” I mumble and stand on my tiptoes in an attempt to reach it. When I can’t, Dallas moves behind me. His chest is right behind my head, and I freeze as he picks down the item with ease.“Here you go.”I smile. “Thank you.”Dallas smiles back, and I’m tempted to put my hand over his arm and stroke the tanned skin there. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and most days, I have this itch to touch him. Insanity is what it is, but I’m barely able to fight it, the temptation to just push up against him and try to kiss his lips.Would he mind?The lines between friendship and more have been rather blur
PaigeDallas momentarily freezes, and I’m almost afraid to meet his eyes, terrified he will laugh at my question. Love isn’t easy, and it's not something I believe in either. Because if a happily ever after existed in real life, I wouldn’t have lost him in the first place. Shit. What if I’m wrong? What if he doesn’t like me?I’m trembling right now, and Dallas grabs my wrists. “Paige…” Tears gather in my eyes. How dare he use his sexy voice on me?My heart cracks a little further when I look up at him. It's barely keeping itself together. I had to repair it, piece by piece, when Dallas broke it three years ago. But super glue isn’t enough to prevent it from shattering if he says the wrong thing. I’m waiting, barely even breathing, when he parts his lips for the second time.“Do you really think I’m not?” he asks. His question confuses me. I expected an answer, not another question. And Dallas smiles when he notices my bewilderment.“Paige…you’ve been caring for me for almost two m
PaigeIs this really happening right now? Dallas and I are riding the elevator up to my apartment, and I’m floating on clouds. My heart is in a happy place. I received head from Dallas and the way that he looks at me? It’s more than enough to make a girl go wild and drop her pants. I’m falling for him, which is dangerous. This version of Dallas doesn’t have his memories—if he did, he would surely remember that I’m nothing special.Because I’m not.Girls like me don’t date guys like Dallas Brooke, but tonight? Tonight I’m going to ignore my insecurities. Forget my past heartbreak and live in the moment. When we are standing in my hallway, I grab his hand, surprising the hell out of him. His eyebrows lift, and an amused look crosses his features. “Paige?”I mimic his tone. “Dallas?”His lips twitch. “Why did you suddenly grab my hand?”“Isn’t it obvious?”He stares at me.I laugh. “I’m leading you to the bedroom.”“Oh,” his tone is teasing. “I didn’t realize we were going to share th
PaigeDallas is staring at me from the kitchen table as I apply makeup in front of the mirror, groaning for the billionth time. “Why do you have to be so cruel?”I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Cruel?” “Mhm,” he leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees while looking tortured. There is a pout on his lips. “When you agreed to paraglide with me, I didn’t expect you to doll yourself up for the occasion.”“Oh,” disappointment fills my chest. “You don’t like it?” Am I doing too much?“That’s not what I meant,” he sighs and stares at me intently. “It’s just that you look really good with that red lipstick on. That pouty mouth? I’m tempted to stay at home and see it wrapped around my cock instead.”A tingle starts in my toes and travels through my entire body until I’m fluttering all over. But instead of smiling at the compliment, I frown.“Keep talking like that, and I’m leaving you at home.”Dallas grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Because you will be too horny to enjoy the date?” I gape
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