Ramsey's Point of View:

    Standing in front of Justin's house I feel stupid. I feel humiliated, embarrassed, but more importantly lied to. I look like hell because all I've been doing is crying for the past two hours. He doesn't actually love me. I knew going into this that I could get hurt, and that he could still want her, but did she have to be that bitch? Of all people?

    When he opens the door he sees me crying and tries to grab onto my hands but I take a step back instead. I feel like punching him square in the jaw, but I don't. He's nothing but a liar.

    "Ram..." He says lowly, trying to reach for me again. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

    "Did something happen?" I laugh from how much of an idiot he sounds. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you honestly let me walk into that job without knowing that I'd be working with the girl you were once going to marry?"

    He's standing by the door completely silent, unsure of what to say because I'm right.

    "This is probably the same apartment you guys had before, isn't it? You used me to make you jealous only for you to come back here to just sit and wait for her to come back. Didn't you?"

    "Ramsey, it's not like that. Just come inside for a second."

    "No, it is like that Justin!" I yell back, pushing him back with my hands. "I used to feel sorry for you. But then after finding out that you didn't stick up for me that night, I changed my mind. You had the option to be happy Justin and forget about her. You could have just been with me that night and focused on me, but instead you let me sit out in that hallway and cry while you consoled her. What sense does that make? She deserves nothing Justin! I was the one that was here for you when she wasn't! It was me!"

    I'm sobbing uncontrollably, and when I think he's going to hug me, instead he lets out a sigh and comes out onto the front porch with me.

    "Ramsey," He says, grabbing onto my hands. "I went about all of this wrong, alright? I knew I wasn't ready to date again, but my friends kept telling me to go for it and ask you out. It's not that I'm not into you Ramsey, because I am. But on our first date, yes I asked my ex if she was alright. Of course I'm always going to care for her. If you can't understand that then I'm sorry. I was going to check on you, and I did. But I'm always going to care about her too."

    "She doesn't deserve shit!" I yell back, getting angrier with each second. "She's fucked up from mommy and daddy problems, so she takes it out on everyone else. She makes my life a living hell every fucking day at that job. Yet you don't care if she hurts me, do you? Because she's always going to be above me. Always."

    "First of all," He says, getting defensive. "You don't know anything about her past or what she's gone through. She's a great person Ramsey. I don't know why the two of you have problems with each other, but I'm not going to let you talk down about her and vice versa. I care about you both."

    "A great person?" I choke out, shaking my head in disbelief. "You literally dated a whore. Maybe I should just be more like her, right? Maybe I should just tease you and go date someone else. Then we can fuck secretively in the bathroom just like you used to do. You used to cheat with her. Does that feel good? Would you love me if I did that?"

    "Ramsey you're acting crazy right now. Do you hear yourself? I didn't cheat with her, and that night was never like that. I had feelings for her, and she was doing it as a favor to one of my friends. But, the details don't matter. What matters-" He stops himself, pausing for a couple of seconds. "Wait, how did you know about that?"

    "Know about what?"

    "The night of the banquet. I never told you about that."

    "She told me in her office this morning Justin! She told me everything. The things she was saying to me were so cruel and rude. You should have heard her."

    Wiping my tears away with my sleeve, I'm waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. He's just standing there for about a minute or so before he begins to put his shoes on.

    "What are you doing?" I sniffle. "Where are you going?"

    "I-I gotta go." He mutters, struggling to tie his laces. "I have to do something."

    "Do what?!" I yell. "Do I mean anything to you at all? You're just going to leave me here crying?"

    "Ramsey!" He yells back at me for the first time, causing me to immediately shut up. "For fucks sake just give me some time, alright? I have no clue what the fuck I'm doing. You knew going into this that I might not be ready. Let me think about what I want. You crying is solving nothing. It's not making my mind any clearer to decide anything, so go home and I will talk to you about this later."

    Leaving me on the porch, he grabs his keys and walks by me without another word.

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Reina's Point of View:

    "I don't want you to go." I groan, watching Carter zip up his suitcase. I've been living with him for five months now, so to have him gone for a weekend seems like an eternity. He's become someone I can trust, someone I can lean on. Even though he doesn't know exactly what I'm going through, it's still nice to know he's here.

    "Can I ask you something?" He says. "Will you be honest with me?"

    "Um, sure." I reply, immediately sitting up. When he comes to sit down next to me on the bed, I begin to get short of breath. He probably figured out that I have my memory back. How am I going to explain this to him?

    "How serious are you about us?" He asks, grabbing onto my hands. "Be honest."

    After about a minute or so I say quietly, "I love you, Carter. I wouldn't be with you if I wasn't serious about us."

    "Reina, I'm extremely serious about us. I can't picture myself with someone else. I've fallen in love with you, and my mom always told me that when you know, you know. I think that with you, I just know."

    "Know what?" I ask, even though I'm already sure what he's referring to. My whole stomach is queasy, and I'm beginning to feel light headed. This is all too much in one month.

    "I know you're the one for me." He says. "I don't want to wait any longer."

    "Carter..." I trail off, getting choked up.

    "I have my business trip this weekend and then when I come back I've got something really special planned for you. I love you, Reina. There's nobody else I'd rather spend forever with."

    He kisses my lips and I begin to kiss him back, even though I want to burst out into tears. He's going to propose to me, and I have all of these feelings for Justin. I haven't sorted out my life at all yet, and he wants to ask me to marry him? I don't think I can say yes yet. I don't know about anything going on right now.

    "I've gotta go." He smirks, pulling away slightly. "Plane to catch."

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    While Carter is gone I decide to binge watch Netflix for the weekend and eat a shit ton of food. There's pizza, ice cream and hot cheetos. Weird combination, but it's what I like.

    "Come on." I say, getting angry at the horror movie. "You know there's someone in there! Why would you go into the room again? You're so stupid."

    When there's a knock on the door, I jump out of my skin practically and a couple of hot cheetos fall on the floor. "Fuck." I mutter, pausing the TV. Standing up from the couch, I step over the hot cheetos and look through the peephole to see who it is. When it's Justin, my heart skips a beat.

    Stop doing that. I mentally tell my heart.

    "Justin." I say when I open it, giving him a nervous smile. "What are you doing here?"

    "Is Carter home?" He asks, his tone of voice completely monotone.

    "No..." I say. "He's on a business trip this weekend."

    "Well then can I come in?"

    "Why?"

    "Because I need to talk to you." He mutters.

    Standing to the side so he can walk by me, he walks into the living room and laughs when he sees all of the junk food. I'm so self-conscious right now wearing only a pair of grey leggings and a sweatshirt, but I know he doesn't care. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous.

    "Some things haven't changed." He nods, glancing at the television. "Horror movies and junk food."

    "I guess..." I giggle softly, sitting down onto the couch. "Look, if this is about what I said to Ramsey earlier, I was upset. I'm sorry if I hurt her, or if you had to listen to a sob story from her, but she was saying some hurtful shit. I didn't know what else to do. I was trying to apologize to her, but then she just went off and-"

"That's not why I'm here." He sighs, sitting down rather closely to me. "Well, not really. Partly I guess."

"Okay...?"

He looks at me for a good minute, his eyes staring directly into mine.  I want to look away, but I can't. All of my vulnerability is pouring into him, and in this moment I know that he can tell I remember him. There's no way he can't know.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" He finally asks.

"No." I lie, my heartbeat racing.

"Are you sure?" He asks, moving slightly closer. I'm watching his hand move closer and closer to my thigh, and all I can think of right now is the many of times he's fucked me. The many of times he's pleased me in a way that nobody else can. The times I've had screaming orgasms, the times he looks at me while he's inside of me. It feels like I'm unable to breathe.

"Yes." I whisper, hardly able to get it out.

"Cause, it's weird..." He trails off, placing his fingertips onto my knee. "Ramsey knew about the night of the banquet when I never told her about that. Do you remember that night Reina?"

Hoisting me up on the sink, moving my underwear to the side, ripping my tights off, lips on my neck, sucking my flesh, licking me clean, hands in his hair.

"Um..." I try to find the words to say, my mind going completely foggy.

"I know you remember Reina..." He whispers. Now his lips are pressed against my ear, and I'm frozen as a statue. "Because before, when I touched you, you always pulled away. But, now your body is completely relaxed. Isn't it?"

    "Justin..." I whisper, trying to not give in. "How can you still love me? After I've hurt you so much?"

    "How can I not?" He says lowly. "You've been my girl since day one. I couldn't give up that easily."

    His hands are in-between my thighs now, and when they finally hit the spot they once did, my entire body feels like it's on fire. Every inch of skin tingling and itching with desire.

    "Carter." I say, remembering our conversation from earlier. "I'm in a relationship..."

    "He doesn't have to know." He pleads, pulling me into him. "Do you remember me Reina? Do you remember us?"

    I'm straddling him on the couch now, and when I slowly nod my head, tears well up into his eyes, an enormous smile coming onto his face. I start to laugh and tears fall onto my cheeks too because I didn't think he'd react like this.

    "When?" He asks me. "When did it come back?"

    "The night you threatened to hurt yourself on the porch. I should have told you, but I didn't know how to handle it. I'm so confused with everything going on right now. It's overwhelming, but I'm so sorry I didn't tell you."

    "Reina," He smiles, that damn smile that made me fall in love with him. "I'm not angry. You had to process those feelings. It's been over a year, okay? I'm not upset that it took you a minute to let me know. It's a lot to take in."

    "But what about Ramsey?" I sigh, feeling comforted when he tightens his grasp on me. "She made you happy again. I don't want to ruin that."

    "You have been a part of my life for so long sweetheart." He lets out a small laugh, tucking his thumb under my chin so I will look at him. "You're my best friend."

    I'm staring at him with so much love it's like my heart is about to explode. I thought he would hate me or storm out, but instead I'm with my best friend and he still loves me. I'm thankful he never gave up on me, and I'm thankful he still wants me.

    "I need to break up with Carter." I say, knowing he wants to kiss me. I want to kiss him more than anything right now, but it wouldn't be right.

    "Reina..." He pleads softly, his hands running down to the band of my leggings. "I promise I won't tell a soul if we do this, alright? But do you know how long it's been? I need to be inside of you again."

    "It has been a long time." I agree, biting a little on my lip. "You won't tell until I break up with him, right?"

    Finally pressing his lips against mine, my whole body completely falls into his. We're trying to go slow, but his lips keep moving faster and faster. It's been so long since I've felt him, so long since we've had these emotions.

    "Oh my god." He groans, moving his lips to my neck. "Reina..."

    I'm pulling off his jacket as he's tugging on my leggings, his lips sucking on the flesh just above my collarbone. I'm moaning uncontrollably, fighting the urge to cry out from how good this feels with him. He remembers all of my spots still, every single one of them.

    My leggings are off and thrown to the floor, and before I know it he flips me onto my back so I'm laying flat on the couch, spreading my legs open before he pauses and just stares at me.

    "What is it?" I ask, feeling self-conscious. Do I not look like what he remembers?

    "You're just..." He shakes his head, leaning over to grasp my chin with his fingertips. "You're perfect, Reina. Always have been."

    Placing his lips to my neck once more, he takes off my sweatshirt and leaves little kisses down the center of my chest... down my abs... passing my belly button and stops just where I want him to be the most.

    "Did you miss me?" He questions, smirking up at me. The way he's looking up at me between my legs is turning me on so much. He's so sexy, every ounce of him.

    "More than ever." I moan, gripping onto his hair. "Make me come, please."

    Without another word, his tongue presses against me as my back arches in pleasure. His hands have my legs pinned down to both sides so that I'm unable to move, my screams echoing off of the walls. Our nights in the shower, his bedroom, Las Vegas, his parents house. Everything is coming back, and I'm having so much pleasure it's almost too much.

    While his tongue is working wonders, he undoes his belt with one hand and as soon as his briefs come off my eyes are trailing greedily over every single inch of him.

    "Please." I groan, pulling his body towards me. "I need you."

    I'm so ready that he completely slides into me, the both of our jaws dropping open from the feeling. He's staring into me in complete lust, little moans escaping his lips with each and every thrust.

    "I am so in love with you." He breathes out, pressing his body completely onto me. His forehead is against mine, his heavy breathing going steadily against my ear.

    "I'm yours." I moan, giving my body to him. "I always will be."

    He stills inside of me after I come, his fingertips rubbing up and down my sides to stop me from shaking. I don't want him to pull out. I haven't felt this connected to him in forever. I think he feels the same way because he doesn't move at first, he's just kissing up and down my neck and whispering sweet things into my ear. This night couldn't be any more perfect. For the first time in a long time, everything feels right.

He's smiling down at me in disbelief almost after a couple of minutes or so, and that's when we both hear a set of keys twisting into the lock of the front door. Panic radiates off of the both of our faces as Justin flies up from the couch, quickly trying to gather all of his clothing from the floor. It's no use though because the door is pushed open, Carter's eyes settling on Justin with only his briefs on and a single blanket covering my naked body.

A/N:

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I was really trying to hold off on the whole sex scene but I couldn't wait any longer. Even as the author I was super impatient. LMAO.

This is NOT the end of the story. I know some of you might think that, so I'm gonna clarify that now, haha.

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