Chapter 25

Back in the present :

Bartholomew slowly pulled me closer by the nape and he started closing his eyes slowly as I was getting closer, staring straight at my lips. I couldn't help licking them by reflex and started feeling very self conscious.

I couldn't lie anymore. I didn't think it would be possible. Not in a month at least but loved this man with all my heart, and I was now ready to kiss him. However, that didn't mean I wasn't nervous. We may have already kissed in the past but having lost my memory, for me it was our first time. What if I wasn't as good as before the accident? What if he was disappointed? I knew that he said he would love me no matter what, but I couldn't believe it. Who would love a clumsy guy who couldn't kiss? Maybe at the beginning it would be cute but after years of being together that would just be annoying. At least I would be annoyed and I would kick him out. If after years of kissing him I couldn't make him improve, either he gets experience on his own or he leaves.

But was this the case for Bartholomew? He seemed to genuinely love me and I didn't think I could do anything to annoy him. Of course that was impossible. We must have already had fights in the past. He said that I hated him in the beginning but even after we got together it couldn't have been all pink.

I couldn't imagine Bartholomew angry at me but I was rather grumpy and got shy very easily so maybe that played a role in our fights. I really wanted to ask him if we ever fought but I realized that was just me panicking because of the kiss.

I was so nervous that Bartholomew noticed my shaking and he opened his eyes again before sliding his hand down to my waist and pulling me closer. He kissed me on the forehead with utter tenderness and smiled:

"We don't have to rush. I am so happy that you told me you loved me. Could you say it again?"

But I just frowned. Why did he stop me? Did he know that I would be bad? Was I bad even before? Why would he keep dating me if I was bad at kissing after three years? Did he never teach me? Did he never dare tell me? Had I been living in a lie all this time? No, I had to calm down. This was the very reason why Bartholomew didn't rush me: he didn't want me to be uncomfortable. I just had to prove to him that I wasn't:

"I love you."

Bartholomew seemed happier than ever and he buried his head in my neck, laughing:

"You love me and I love you. I love you. I love you."

He stopped:

"Does that mean that we are getting married?"

I rolled my eyes:

"Haven't I told you already?

-I want to hear it."

I sighed:

"Yes. We are getting married. I love you..."

I hesitated before adding:

"Husband."

Bartholomew suddenly looked up, his eyes dark:

"What did you call me?"

I did my best not to look away:

"Husband.

-Aed... Have you forgotten what we said? If you call me husband, I am going to kiss you."

I swallowed hard:

"Husband."

Bartholomew opened wide eyes before literally jumping on me. He surrounded my body with his arms and lifted me so high that I gasped. I didn't have time to close my mouth however, because I felt his lips crashing against mine. He kissed me deeply and all I could do was cling to him so as not to fall. It felt so intense and weird that I pushed him suddenly back. Bartholomew's eyes were still half open and he tried bending back towards me:

"Wait.

-What is it? Wasn't it good enough? I will make you like it."

He kissed me again and I tried my best to talk when he was letting me:

"Wai... Wait. This... Feels... Familiar..."

Bartholomew froze. This wasn't what I had been expecting. He seemed... Scared. Wouldn't he be happy that something was familiar to me? I would be sad if my partner forgot all about our three years of dating and would be ecstatic at the idea of him remembering us kissing. Did I read his face wrong? Bartholomew was overprotective and he would panic very easily. Maybe he was just worried that my head hurt.

"Familiar?

-Yes.

-Familiar how?

-I don't know... Like we already kissed like this."

Bartholomew stared at me for long seconds:

"Honey? What's wrong?"

He kissed me again before smiling:

"Nothing. I am just so happy that I can't process it. Enough waiting. Let's get married this week.

-What? But that's way too early.

-I can't wait anymore. What if you get into another accident? I can't have that. Please... I beg you I can't take you looking at me with those cold eyes another time.

-I...

-I seduced you. You love me, I love you. And almost everything is ready for the wedding. Give me another two days and we can swear eternity to each other."

I thought about it for a second. He was right. I had no reason to hesitate and nodded:

"Okay.

-Really?"

Bartholomew looked so happy that I couldn't help laughing. Was this how it felt like to be perfectly happy? I was so glad that I met him and deep down I was glad I lost my memories. I would love to lose them again just to fall in love with him a third time. But I would never admit that. He would be way too angry.

"My sweet kitten. I love you so much. I love you. I love you."

Bartholomew started spinning me in the air and I couldn't help laughing:

"Stop it. I will fall.

-I won't ever let you fall, trust me. I am going to protect you at the cost of my life."

I cupped his face gently:

"I trust you."

He kissed me again and I thought that if this would be what my eternity looked like then I wanted it. More than wanting it, I craved it. I surrounded his neck with my arms and deepened the kiss. Bartholomew didn't put me down but he hugged me very close, his tongue finding its place into my mouth. It felt like he knew exactly what he was doing which wasn't surprising after three years of dating. Me on the other hand, I had no idea what to do but didn't care anymore.

All that mattered was him at that exact moment and the way kissing him made me feel. I had no idea what to do but completely let go and followed his flow. I tried mimicking what he was doing with his tongue and thought I would melt. Why was he so good at kissing? At first it felt exciting but I started getting irritated. I wanted to be that good. I wanted to kiss him so well that he would faint. Why couldn't I kiss him like that?

Needing to exteriorize this feeling, I suddenly bit his lower lip. Bartholomew got so surprised that he immediately opened his eyes. He didn't seem to dislike it however because he smiled, his lips still on mine:

"Is our little kitten getting his claws out?

-Why are you so damn good?"

Bartholomew slightly blushed:

"Does my kitten think that I am a good kisser?"

I grabbed his face and looked him straight in the eyes:

"Yes. So shut up and kiss me again.

-Your wish is my command."

And he went back to making me feel amazing. If he hadn't been carrying me I would have probably lost control of my legs and I felt them shaking slightly. While we were kissing, Bartholomew carried me to the bed and gently put me down on my back, his lips not leaving mine for a second.

Being pressed under him felt way different and I felt my whole body tense up. Bartholomew on the other hand was getting more and more handy. Now that he didn't need his hands to lift me, they could do whatever they wanted and I felt them all over my body, burning me as they were touching my skin. It was way too much and I couldn't breathe anymore. I quickly pushed Bartholomew away, panting.

"Did you like it that much?"

Not being able to answer yet, Bartholomew kissed me on the cheek:

"I am so glad that you liked it. I was worried that you might be disappointed.

-Why would I be?"

He laughed before kissing my other cheek.

"You're right. We kissed every single day while we were together so I know perfectly well what you like. But I would love to learn all over again. Why don't we find out what you like now?"

His eyes looked so dark that I couldn't help blushing:

"I..."

bartholomew continued staring straight at me, only looking away to stare at my lips while biting his and that made me even more shy:

"I'm hungry."

Bartholomew flinched, surprised by my sudden answer. However he didn't make fun of me and only said:

"Then we should find you something to eat."

He kissed me on the forehead again and carried me to the kitchen.