Remind Me Of Him Novels & Stories

He won’t let up. I know without him even saying the words. He wants me to cum with his name on my lips, and so help me, his name is the only word I can seem to remember in that moment. I’ve certainly already forgotten my own. “N-Neil! Ah, oh, Neil!”

He never forgot it, so that only meant one thing. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰?

Fourteen days. Tonight, I find out if he still remembers. And if he does? God help us both.

I blurted out. He frowned at me, "Are you important for me to remember?" "Asidess from the rejection, do you remember me before then?" "Why?" He asked back, his voice icily cold. I should have taken that as my warning, "Do you really not remember?" I prodded, my cheeks burning as the events of that night played in my head. "No, I don't." He said in a dangerously calm voice, "Am I supposed to remember that?" "Vida Club, seven years ago. A day before the annual ceremony, ring any bells?"

Just that terrible calm. “Tessa,” he said. Not in a question. A greeting. “You woke up early.” I clenched my fists. “Who are you?” “Names are for mortals,” he said. “And I’m far older than that. But you can call me the reminder.” “Of what?” “Of what you were never meant to be.” My heart hammered. I felt Sable pushing closer to the surface, furious and protective. My power surged again - my skin glowing faintly gold where it met the wind.

"I can't believe I almost forgot." "You didn't almost forget, you actually forgot today is our birthday," Sophia accused. "I'm sorry," he said in his defense. "I was just waking up, so permit me if I don't exactly remember certain things right away." "Did you set a reminder or something?" I asked. "Because it looked like you remembered the minute your phone beeped." "Something like that," he replied as he started eating. "Anyways," Sophia cut in," I'm sure you haven't seen the news."

And I know it. I can still feel Philemon’s as I turn away. I am not discussing her with anyone. Not even him. “I think I have seen you this way before.” He has. I know it, but I didn’t think he would remember that day. I pin him with a stare, my jaw clenched, while waiting for him to connect the dots. “This reaction of yours sure do ring a bell.” His squints his eyes. “Wait.” A frown. H has remembered her.

But it did. Every small reminder pulls me back. The way his name appears in emails when London sends updates. The way my phone lights up with time zone differences, reminding me that somewhere across the ocean, he might be awake too. Sometimes I even think I smell his cologne when I open a file I brought from the London office. It is probably just my imagination, but it feels too real. I still haven’t deleted his number. I don’t text him. I don’t call. But I can’t bring myself to remove it either. It sits there like a secret I am not ready to let go of.

Without hesitation, I call out his name, a name that has etched itself into my memories—Alexander. “Alexander!” My voice quivers with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, echoing through the room. He freezes, his movements halted in their tracks, and turns to look at me. His eyes widen, mirroring the astonishment written across my face. A tangible connection sparks between us as our gazes lock, as if time itself has momentarily paused to acknowledge the weight of our reunion. Memories flood my mind, vivid and poignant. As Alexander’s gaze meets mine, a rush of memories floods my mind, each one a precious fragment of our shared past. I am transported back to the moments when our lives int

I probe recalling that I never called for him " Oh I almost forgot" " I came to remind you of that tomorrow marks the start of your husband's court case against Doctor Eric" He reminds consequently stunning me. ##################