Forget Me Not

Chapter 13

"I've been wondering,

if it's foolish to make

new memories when you know

you're going to loose them."

-Erica Bauermeister

Aria

I awoke to the sweet smell of my favorite cologne. The soft grey from the clouds dimmed the lighting of the small room. I shifted slightly to feel two arms wrap tighter around me. I shimmied around and saw him. The face I thought I would never see again, I never expected to wake up next to him ever again. He chuckled, his perfect cheeks lifting in amusement. I stared in awe, I couldn't believe that we were here, right now. I missed him more than anyone could comprehend. His hair fell down onto his forehead. I swiped it out of the way and he chuckled again. I continued to admire him, the moment was perfect. Indescribable. The feeling of the void in my heart was gone, nonexistent. And any other synonym you could think of. I felt whole again. I almost appreciated Alison getting rid of Riley- almost. His blue eyes fluttered open and his neutral expression changed into a smile. He tucked my chocolate hair behind my head. His grip became tighter around my waist, but not too tight.

"Hello." I muttered. We smiled and blushed at each other.

"Hey." His voice was scratchy, groggy from sleeping. "How'd you sleep?" I stretched my arms over my head and laughed lightly.

"I was up for a while, but other than my late night, I slept the best I have in years." He blushed and pulled me on top of him. His hands were on my upper thighs. He pressed a soft kiss on my lips. Before anything could get out of control, a loud ring echoed through the small apartment. I rolled off of him and he leaned over to the nightstand, checkin the caller I.D. His expression changed, his face fell and hit ignore. I bit my lip and looked away from him.

"It was Alison. Wasn't it?" He sighed, nodding.

"She's probably wondering where I am.." I nodded and tried my best to not to start crying all over again.

"Well," I cleared my throat. "I guess I'll see you around." I tried to gather up the sheet and wrap it around me. He pulled me back before I could get up and grab my clothes, he pulled me back by my waist, pulling me into him. I looked him in the eyes, the love that was once there was back, he didn't look at me like the girl who belittled his wife in their home so many weeks ago. I wasn't quite sure what we were yet, but he made it slightly clear of what he wanted. I had my doubts about him, though. He wasn't as loyal to Alison as he was our first lunch, but he still had boundaries that I wasn't sure he would cross. This was one of them.

"You don't have to do that at the mention of her name, okay?" I shrugged.

"Yes, Ezra. I do." I wasn't going to play pretend, this was the most real anything could get without Alison finding out. I wouldn't act like he didn't marry one of my old best friends. I wasn't one of those people who lied to themselves anymore...I wanted him more than anything...but I couldn't have him without destroying everything he already had. He cupped my cheeks with his hands and pressed a kiss to my forehead. The simple gesture felt so intimate.

"You're the one I want, Aria. I can't hurt you again. Hurting you is like hurting myself. I can't do that to either of us." He rubbed my back, it felt nice to have the old Ezra back, just for a moment.

"You aren't supposed to cheat on your wife." It was an obvious statement that shouldn't be taken lightly. I promised myself I wouldn't be one to destroy a family; but were Alison and Ezra a true family? Was she an honest wife? I knew the answer was no, but it didn't matter. I was having doubts, I wasn't supposed to be doing this. He kissed me again, even softer this time before pulling away.