The Fallen Angel

Chapter 4: Remember To Forget

Chapter 4: Remember To Forget

What he had just said stole my breath away.

I had heard the words he sputtered but couldn't comprehend why he would say something so ridiculous.

We've met before?

Yeah right!

If I had met someone like him in this lifetime I wouldn't have forgotten him so easily. As naturally as the seasons changed, my brain would've held onto the appearance of him as long as it could. He wasn't a person to just forget easily. His velvety voice singularly pulled me into a trance when he spoke. I bet I could locate him by using it alone, much less his entire face. The guy was just that outstanding in my eyes. I had no doubt that it was the same for anyone else who came into contact with him.

"Is this your idea of a pick up line? Because it totally sucks."

He withdrew from me a little as I went on in an enraged fit. My hands twitched at the chance to tear him into pieces.

How gullible did he think I was?

Or maybe he had some sick delusion that everyone was as crazy as he was.

"We've met before? You wish." I scoffed before leaning closer until the tip of our noses touched. He didn't falter this time, his eyes roaming over every detail on my face to the point I started to be concerned about the pimple on my forehead. "Let me tell you something mister crazypants, if I had met someone like you, I surely wouldn't forget it. Trust me. Not just because you're awfully good-looking, but I'm exceptionally gifted at remembering faces. I never forget one. Ever."

His lips turned up into a lopsided smile, however his eyes reflected a pool of sadness.

I didn't know why he would react to my words with such an emotion.

"Is that so?"

My breathing hitched when he brought his face closer, making me pull back out of reflex. A faint smirk came as he repeated the action of drawing closer and closer. I went further backwards in response every time. The surprised gasp that left me was loud as I fell back against the bed when he stood up completely.

In a second, the man was hovering over me on the mattress as his hands rested on both sides of my head.

My heart was racing within my chest as I looked up at him in sheer disbelief at his courage to do such a thing to me.

Like a lion to a prey, he silently moved impossibly closer, until the strands of his luscious brown hair fell across my face. In that split second, I wondered if he had Italian roots because he had some beautiful hair. My admiration for it was cut short when he brushed something soft against my lips. It was as light as a feather and for a moment I thought it was his hair again. That was until I felt him press against my mouth with more pressure, and I realized that it was his lips.

My hands flew up to hit him across the head, but he caught them in time as if he had predicted my reaction. He pressed them against the bed above my head as his body grazed my own seductively. With a back and forth movement, I felt as him tease me and I whimpered when his voice tickled my ears.

"You said if we had met before you would remember everything," he whispered, "Do you recall this as well?"

My eyes shot open when he completely pressed his plump lips to mine.

It was like a thousand electric shocks went through my system, but instead of being lethal, they made me feel more alive. I felt my fingers tingle in his tight grip and I couldn't believe how taken aback I was by a mere kiss.