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The nurse is finally removing the tubes after the last checkup, I am finally released from the hospital, and I couldn’t be happier. I hate it when people constantly fuss over me, and Ryan—my stranger husband—hasn’t left my side this whole week.

His devotion to my well-being is driving me crazy, but also making me feel bad about not remembering him and for having this feeling like I shouldn’t trust him. It’s all so weird and confusing, and I just don’t want to overthink too much of it now.

It’s been a week of recovery and a week without Mara. I keep waking up hoping to see her at the end of my bed, but I only see him, and I feel so sad every time.

Not only that she's not there, but also that I’d rather have my friend there than my own husband. It’s not fair to him after all he’s done for me.

He seems excited about my discharge, saying he’s going to take care of me—as if he hasn’t been doing that already—and that I shouldn’t worry. Everything about him feels too good to be true, but maybe it’s because of this stupid amnesia.

“Do you need my help to get to the car, love?”

He gently grabs my arm with one hand and grabs my chin with the other, making me raise my eyes to his.

“Don’t mother me so much, I’m fine. Truly.”

I get up from the bed and raise my arms to show him I can move myself. “See.”

He doesn’t seem fully convinced, but hey, he literally came into our home to find his wife being attacked and beaten, it would make me overly worried too if I were in his place. Even though he is driving me crazy.

“Just don’t strain anything. I’m finally getting you back home. I don’t want you to be stuck in here again.”

His eyes are glassy, and I find myself reaching for him.

The smile that comes to his face at my movement lights me up. He’s so beautiful when he smiles.

I softly graze my lips against his. I don’t know why I haven’t done so before. We are married after all. He moves his hand to support the back of my head and pulls me against his lips, kissing me intensely. Like we haven't kissed in ages, though I guess a week without kissing might be odd for a married couple.

I laugh, trying to pull myself away, but he's reluctant, keeping me in place.

“You're acting like it’s been years, babe. I thought you wanted us to go home.”

I raise my eyebrow at him. He moves his arms away, going through his hair with his hand.

“Well, that one week felt like an eternity.”

He is such a smooth talker.

The drive back home doesn’t take long, I stare at the house—well our house. Nothing about this place even feels familiar.

“What has taken my precious bride's attention away from her husband?”

Ryan holds my hips with his hands while he smiles up at me. He moves his hand to brush a stray hair behind my ear and kisses me again.

“I don’t understand how I don’t remember this house, it’s so beautiful and big. I feel bad for not remembering you. I just, I don’t know, this is all so much. I wish Mara was still here.”

I can feel a tear sliding down my cheek. I don’t think I can fully do this without her, life is just not the same.

Ryan kisses the tear away and holds me close.

“When I saw you lying there, I thought I lost you for a second. I’d rather have you with amnesia and alive than live without you. Don’t feel bad, love, we'll get through this.”

He brushes my cheek with his thumb and kisses my forehead before guiding me to the door.

This house is big and cozy looking. The hallway is filled with pictures of us together hanging on the wall—pictures I can’t recall ever being taken.

A flash of guilt comes back up and I try to push it down again. It’s not my fault. It's that man’s, he not only took my friend from me but also my marriage. Well, the memory of it at least.

“On the bright side, look at all the things we could do for the first time again.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me and pushes me against the wall, kissing me fiercely while his hand crawls under my shirt, grabbing my breast.

“You're so perfect,”

he whispers against my lips while trailing kissing along my chin and then my neck. I moan at the feeling of him sucking on my skin while pinching my nipples.

“Mine,”

he says before pulling my shirt off. He moves down, placing his warm mouth on my breast and starts to suck on it.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, keeping him close against me. His hands slowly roam down my body while he sucks and bites my nipple. I can feel the wetness puddling between my legs, and I groan out my appreciation of his hand getting underneath my underwear. He circles my clit with his thumb before slowly pushing his fingers inside of me. I moan at the feeling, making him chuckle against my skin. He kisses my left nipple before removing his head from my breast. The loss of contact makes me whine.

“I know, I know, but the doctor said to take it easy. And with you making noises like that, I’m not sure I can keep my promise.”

He removes his fingers, smiling at my protest, and hooks his arm under my leg, picking me up again.

“You seriously stopped mid orgasm because I need to ‘take it easy’?”

I seethe at him. He laughs loudly, a small dimple showing on his cheek. I sigh. I can’t stay mad when he looks like that.

He walks up the stairs, and I grab his neck out of fear of him losing his balance.

“I don’t think it’s smart to choke the man holding you on the stairs, love,”

he says while walking up.

I scoff at him.

“Then don’t drop me. I’d rather not die falling off the stairs before I've even had an orgasm.”

“Have some faith, will ya?”

He kicks open the first door next to the stairs and carefully places me on the bed.

“See, still one piece. Now about that orgasm.”

He stands at the end of the bed, pulling my pants and underwear down in one swift pull.

“Look at you all ready and needy.”

His finger brushes over my slit, gathering my wetness. Lifting it up towards his mouth, he sucks his finger clean and pulls it out with a loud pop.

There’s a sinister smile on his face. It makes me feel like my body is on fire with the way he watches me.

He pulls his shirt off and slowly stalks over me like I’m his prey. There's a dragon tattoo on his chest, and he has a softly visible six pack, like he works out, but not too much. I’m pretty sure he can see how I’m drooling over his incredible body, but I don’t care. We're married anyways.

His tattooed arms reach forward, leaning against each side of my body, his veins sticking out all the way to his big, masculine hands. There must be a god somewhere giving me this fine specimen. But then why take my closest friend from me?

Good job Taylor. I’m about to get the sex of my dreams, and here I am ruining the mood with my depressing thoughts.

I don’t even remember getting married, and now he’ll surely divorce me.

My head starts to spiral, and my breathing is hitching until I can feel warm hands hold my face, and I look into the most beautiful deep blue eyes. Whatever he just did seems to work since the way he looks at me is making all the thoughts leave my head just for a second.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Do you want to take a shower and watch a movie instead?”

God, this man is so kind, I don’t deserve him.

I open my mouth to answer him, but it’s like my voice just doesn’t want to work.

He brushes his hands over my cheeks. Am I crying?

He moves away from me. Guilt and anxiety start to hit me. I haven’t even been in the house for thirty minutes and he already regrets me.

I can’t hold the sobs in anymore as I let all the negative thoughts fill my head. My parents were right. I'm worthless, no one could ever love me. I know I shouldn’t think all these things, but if everyone always said this to me, doesn’t it make it true then?

“Love, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

I look up and see him walking back into the room towards me. He sits down next to me and pulls my body into his, holding me. I sob into his neck while trying to keep it together, but failing horribly.

He keeps holding me, kissing my forehead while talking to me, though I’m not sure what it is he is saying.

It takes me a couple of minutes before I am all cried out. My head hurts and my eyes are puffy, and I am feeling that daze you get when you get it all out and are too tired to continue crying.

I can hear the sound of water falling from afar and focus on it while he holds me a little longer.

“How are you feeling?”

His rough voice takes me out of my daze.

“My head hurts, I’m sorry I didn—”

“Shh, it's okay, my love, you need time. I'm sorry for pushing you. I put the shower on, I thought maybe it’ll help you feel better.”

If I were able to, I’m pretty sure I’d be crying with appreciation right now.

How I could even forget a man like this is beyond me.

He helps me off the bed and brings me to the bathroom. If I thought the house looked big, I should have seen this shower. I think three people could easily fit in here, and there is even a place you can sit on. Are we that rich?

Don’t tell me not only is he built like a god and incredibly thoughtful, but also rich. Someone pinch me.

“Wow, this all seems so unreal.”

Literally, what is he hiding? He laughs and takes his trousers off. I know it’s rude to stare, but can you blame me? Look at him. There has got to be something wrong, no way he’s this perfect.

I can see the big bulge in his underwear, and I’m relieved that at least that’s not what’s wrong.

“Enjoying the view?”

I look up to see him smirking. He looks so beautiful like that.

He removes his underwear, his huge dick jumps free, and I have never been more attracted to any man in my life before than I am to him.

I take off my shirt and walk with him into the shower. I move to grab the sponge, but he stops me and grabs it instead.

“It’s my job to take care of you,”

he says before I have a chance to protest.

He opens the bottle and pours the body wash onto the sponge in his hand. I can feel the wetness dripping down my thighs as he walks up to me and starts to glide the sponge over my naked body.

I moan softly when his hands reach my breasts, kneading them roughly. His hands trail down my curves until he is at my hips, and then he pulls me around and starts to knead my ass.

He’s crouching down, and kissing my skin as he continues to lather me up. His hands are brushing over my legs one by one while he licks and sucks at my skin.

A pinching sting at my right ass cheek makes me yelp while he laughs. Did he just bite my ass? Since when do I find that hot?

He trails his hands back up and turns me around towards him, then grabs the showerhead and starts to spray it over my body. For some weird reason, the action seems familiar to me, but I can’t come up with why it does.

Once all the soap has been washed off, he changes the stream setting of the showerhead and places it at my core. The hot pressure makes me gasp and moan the moment it touches my most sensitive area.

“That's it, little doe, keep making those noises for me.”

He grabs me by the back of my head and crashes his lips against mine. Fuck this feels so good.

“Hmm, Ryan y—yeaah,”

I moan onto his lips. I can feel he is enjoying this while he sucks and bites on my bottom lip.

He clicks on the showerhead again, making the stream more intense.

“Oh my god!”

I yelp while he holds it closer to my core.

“No god, baby, Ryan. R-Y-A-N.”

I whimper at the sensation, unable to hear everything he’s saying. I will call him anything he wants if he just keeps holding it there.

I lean back, placing one hand on the glass of the shower door and the other against the wall. He takes this as an opportunity to grab my nipple with his teeth, sending me over the edge and making me come in record time.

“Oh g—Ryan!”

I scream. He moves from my breast to my forehead giving me a kiss there while placing the showerhead back.

“Turn around, hands on the wall in front of you,”

he instructs me. I am unsure if I can actually keep doing this without passing out, but I am too into it to not follow his instructions or demands.

I do as he says while he nudges my legs wider and bends my back further, making my ass stick out.

His hands are trailing my bum, spreading my cheeks, and I stiffen a little bit. He's not going to go there, is he?

“Don’t worry, baby, I need to make you ready before I go there,”

he says while slapping my cheek with one hand. He leans over me, and I can feel his breath against my ear.

“If it’s too much, tell me,”

he says before burying himself in me in one deep thrust. I scream his name while he pounds into me like this might be our last time together.

It doesn’t take long before I reach my second orgasm, and he pushes himself in for the last time, grunting out his. This man does not only look like a god but also fucks like one.

I slump down onto the ‘sitting area’ of the shower, making him laugh while turning off the water. He walks out and comes back in, placing a towel over me.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

He crouches to my level, his eyes filled with worry. I smile at him. He looks so cute when he is fussing over me like that.

“I’m okay, and you were perfect. I just feel like I could sleep for days now,”

I tell him. He seems happy with my answer and helps me get dried off and get dressed.

Once we're both done, he walks me to the bed and places the blankets over me, giving me a quick kiss before walking away.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?”

I ask him while yawning. He turns around with a soft smile on his face.

“I’ll come soon. I have some work to do first.”

He leaves it at that and closes the door. Right, what does he actually do? I lay back and remind myself to ask him that once I wake up again.