Chapter 64
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Okay, I can do that.
Can I?
I really don't know. I do feel like a teenage girl with a crush. Kalliyah's face is always in my mind. When I'm eating, working and even in my dreams, where I undress her slowly and make sweet love to her. Oh! I wish those dreams would come true. It would mean no more cold showers.
I can at least try.
I shook my head and look at Santiago, "I like her laugh. I like the fact that she cares for people. I like her feistiness. I just love everything even her shortcomings. I love the fact that she is afraid of tickles." I smiled at the memory on the beach.
"Okay, that's a good start. Let's write you a poem."
"Write a poem for what?" I looked around and saw Alliyah in draggers. I sighed thank god it wasn't my baby. Didn't want her finding out my surprise for her.
Santiago looked to me for assurance as if to tell his fiancé the truth. I nod.
"I'm helping him write a poem for Kally. I'm asking him about her."
"Oh, okay. That's nice of you." She said to her fiancé. She turns to me. "Why are you writing a poem though?"
"I thinking about planning a surprise dinner for her, something more romantic than our first date. I need your help."
"Sure, I'd be delighted. Anything to make my sister happy. I've hurt her too and I need to make it up to her as much as you do."
"Great, you can start helping now. I need you to tell me some of the things she likes."
"Well, that's easy. She likes to paint and read." Ally replied.
"Any specific book that she likes to read," Luke asked.
"Oh yes, she like Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet. She loves Nicolas Sparks and Faults In Our Stars."
"Great, let's make a poem that will rock her world," Santiago said happily.
"Yes, but I also need to tell you about my plans for the night." I had the date all planned out in my mind, every detail of how I wanted it to happen. I want everything to be perfect.
"I'm all ears." Alliyah marvelled.
Kalliyah POV
I yawned and stretched my hands. I had a great sleep. I dreamt about being on a cruise in the Caribbean with Alex. It was romantic, we made sweet love on the deck of the ship in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep. Alex told me how much he loved me then the dream ended suddenly.
As I opened my eyes slowly I noticed someone hovering over me, I jumped up quickly and I held my hands to my chest.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry sweetheart." Alex mumbled at he reached out to touch me.
"It's okay." I sigh. Why is he in my room? "Why are you here?" I asked trying not to sound so bad, my memory still hasn't recovered so I have no memory of him or our previous relationship. No matter how great he treated me, I'll always be a little hesitant.
His face looked hurt but he quickly covers it with a smile. I love his smile, even the fake ones.
"I came here to look at you sleeping. Have I ever told you that you look like an angel when you wake up?" I smiled, he's so sweet. He is probably the best boyfriend ever. He's done everything to make me happy. He bought ice-cream for us, he rubbed my foot until I fell asleep last night. What I found weird is that he hasn't kissed me, not even once. I kissed him on his cheeks but that's the only contact we've really made except for holding hands. He was taking things slow and I don't mind, after all, I still have a memory lost. Deep down, I know I have feelings for him. We have a connection.
I'm starting to feel my stomach turn when he smiles at me, when he holds my hand. I know deep in my heart that I was crazy for him once and I'm starting to fall for him again and I don't mind, not one bit. He's great.
I reach for his cheeks and caress it. "Thank you. You're so sweet to me."
"Of course, I am. I love you and only you."
"I know, you've only told me a million times," I stated between laughs.
"That's because you're my heart and I can't afford to lose my heart again." He looked at me with a sad smile. Again? Did he lose his heart once before? He lost me.
"Again? What happened?" I query. There were many questions going through my mind about our relationship but I never voiced them. Maybe I should start asking more questions.
I watch as he moved his hands to his neck and rub it. He sighs then answer, "That's a long story, we'll talk about it next time. Come on, get out of bed and get a shower, we going to have a long day today." He quickly changed the subject, why was he avoiding my question? Didn't he know I'd find out eventually? The doctor said my memory would come back gradually, fully in a few months.
I shook my head, I should focus on the present. "What will we be doing?"
"First, I'm taking you to the Empire State Building then we're going to meet up with your sister and Santiago at a secret location."
"Great, I'm spending the day with the persons closest to me. It's going to be a great day." I smiled up at him.
"You will." He said as he slowly came off my bed. "We are leaving in thirty minutes, meet me downstairs in fifteen for a light breakfast. Santiago is cooking. Please don't be late."
