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.

Myriads of emotions shot through my body that made me extremely overwhelmed. It was like a kaleidoscope of memories flashed through my eyes. They involved two people laughing, kissing, hugging, teasing...making love. Their passion was incomparable to none. I trembled at the weight of their involvement and even though I couldn't see the looks of their faces, I could feel their feelings from deep within.

Why...why does all of this seem so familiar to me?

As if I had been submerged under water, I gasped as the man above me released my lips.

My eyes fluttered open weakly and I caught his heavy gaze.

I hadn't realized that I was crying until his thumb came up to my face and brushed at my cheeks gently.

He was wiping away my tears.

I bristled at the realization that I just freaking cried in front of stranger who had attempted to sexually harass me. But the worst part was that I wasn't even angry at him for doing so. As I stared into his adoring silver eyes, my heart pounded within my chest like it never did before. I felt refined as I looked at his ethereal features and my hands got a mind of their own.

My fingertips ran across his sharp jawline up to his perfectly arched eyebrows. The touch seemed to cause every bone in his body to relax as his eyes lowered beneath their lids.

My head ached, heart raced at an unhealthy pace and my skin was on fire.

I didn't know what was happening to me, but I was sure it had something to do with this man.

He had the most expectant look on his face as I caressed the side of his face. My wits had been stolen and I couldn't react to this situation like I normally would.

For example; by kicking him square between the legs.

Why was this man I met in no impressive space of time making me feel all this confusion?

It was hard for me to even remove my hands from his face.

And that kiss.

That kiss had taken me to heights unknown. It was purely sensational and the effects of it on my senses were inexplicable. My toes curled at the thought of it and I wondered if I had really lost it after being beaten in the alleyway earlier.

"I-" My throat felt as dry as sandpaper. "Who are you?"

"I'm Angelo."

I shook my head.

"I know that. I meant—why are you doing this to me?"

His silver eyes twinkled. "I don't know what you're talking about."

My mouth fell open.

"You kissed me and you don't know what I'm talking about? Why did you even do something so-" I wanted to insult him by saying something along the lines of 'disgusting' but that would be a flat out lie.

"Unwanted."

"You've always wanted my kisses." He said cockily and my eyes pulled to his lips as if I was spellbound.

His eyebrows raised as he noticed. "See?"

"S-Stop talking as if you've known me for years! We just met goddamnit! Just because I insinuated at wanting to sleep with you at the club doesn't give you the right to kidnap me and take advantage of me."

For the following minute, he just stared at me. And it was so unnerving. Fear crept onto me as those eyes transitioned to their bone-chilling grey.

"Dare to say that again?"

"I-I'm sorry." I mumbled, conceding as I felt particularly threatened anytime he was in this state.

It was like a cute chihuahua transforming into a scary pitbull.

Seeing me in that petrified state, the man's anger was abated. It seemed like he didn't like the idea of me showing any kind of anxiety towards him.

"You don't have to apologize. It's my fault for making you like this. Following your wishes to make you forget everything was stupid. I see that now."

He cradled the side of my face as if I was the most precious thing in the world. To be honest, I liked it very much. It was soothing to the heart admist all of this confusion.

Wasn't I just insane?

"What do you mean by that? You made me forget what?"

He released a deep sigh as if this was going to be the hardest thing to speak about.

"Me," His immensely sad eyes zoned in onto my face. "I made you forget me."

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Silver eyes say what now?