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My hands nestled into his soft hair just as his tongue slipped between my lips. I made a noise at the back of my throat and he pushed me against the wall so quickly, the air was knocked out of my lungs. His hands grabbed my hips and I could feel his dull fingernails dig into my skin as he pulled at them.

"Excuse m— Oh sorry," the same nurse from a while ago covered her eyes, clearly startled. "I wasn't aware you were still here."

We broke apart and I made an attempt to compose myself but Dan simply craned his head into my neck and breathed heavily. I didn't have the heart to push him away. It felt too good to make him let go; even though the nurse looked completely uncomfortable.

"Dan, we'd better go." I whispered into his ear, curling my fingers beneath his hands which had a stell grip on my hips.

Reluctantly, he moved away looking flustered. I awkwardly smiled at the nurse and tried to laugh it off. "Sorry, just something about hospital bathrooms."

"Right," she raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm affraid I'll have to cut that moment 'cause we need this room. There's another patient waiting."

I nodded and made a reach for my boyfriends hand. We walked through the hospital and came past the reception we'd visited first. My eyes caught sight of a couple — probably early twenties. The girl looked like a supermodel, crying her eyes out on the guy's shoulder. He looked as dazed as I first was when I found out Justin was my boyfriend. What if he was in the same position as me?

"Miss Wilcox!" A voice called from behind me. My body turned slowly to see the nurse once more, running towards me with a small piece of paper in her hand. "The doctor told me to give you this. He said to call this number if you ever had any problems or inquiries."

I took the card from her with furrowed eyebrows, scanning it quickly. I rolled my eyes and laughed dryly to myself when I saw what was written in shiny silver letters. 
'Dr. Des Tiny'

I felt Dan's lips by my ear. "Goregous, you coming?"

"Yeah," I smiled, slipping the card into my back pocket before I took his hand and then nodded at the nurse. "Thanks."

Dan let out a loud breath as we arrived on the parking lot. "So, does this mean I have to start courting you all over again?"

"Seems that way," I let out a giggle before shrugging heavily. "Maybe stuff will naturaly start coming back to me but I really don't know."

"The money I'll have to spend re-doing all our dates," He faked a sigh, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk. "I'm going to be bankrupt."

"You don't need to re-do all our dates," I laughed, letting my head tilt back. "Just talk to me, tell me what things were like."

Daniel held the door open and lovingly smiled down at me. "I can do that."

The way he looked at me almost forced me to melt into the black tar beneath me. As soon as he'd jumped into the car with me and started the engine, I turned slightly to face him. "I think we should definitely revisit the restaurant where we had our first date though."

He smirked, reaching over to intertwine our fingers together. "I thought you might say that. Suppose it's a good thing I planned on taking you there tomorrow anyway."

"You were?" I smiled in awe.

"Yeah," he laughed, keeping his eyes on the road. "It's actually our five month anniversary tomorrow, we always go there for our anniversaries. It's special; kind of like a tradition."

I thought for a moment. "You asked me out on a Sunday?"

He scoffed. "Who says I was the one to do the asking?"

I rolled my eyes with a ghost of a smirk on my lips. "Because I'm not that forward."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," he glanced at me cheekily, stroking the pad of his thumb across the back of my hand. "But yeah, I asked you out on a Sunday because you hate Mondays; figured that would have you in a better mood."

"That's really adorable," my cheeks flushed. "Do we really celebrate monthly anniversaries though? A little cheesy isn't it?"

"You're adorable," he looked at me for a moment and made a tight face. "We don't make a big deal about it, we just go out and dress up a little more formal than usual. We don't have a huge party and or buy each other puppies."

"Dude, that's wild." I joked, pulling at the lapels of my jacket.

Dan looked over to me for a split second with a cocked eyebrow before his eyes traveled back to the road infront of him. "Did you just call me dude?"

"Well you are a dude, aren't you?" I teased, looking out the window.

"Why don't you let me show you just how much of a dude I am," his voice was suddenly seductive and sultry. I flushed and stayed quiet. After a few moments I heard him chuckle. "Jeez, I'm kidding. I wouldn't fuck you in my car; at least not the first time anyway."

I rolled my eyes, pushing back the distant delicious thought of us clambering onto the back seat, getting the windows all steamy. "What a gentleman."

"So, how is it you remember Luna but not me?" He asked after the previous conversation had died down.

"I'm not quite sure," I shrugged, trying not to stammer or sound suspicious. "The doctor did say it's short term memory loss — I've known Luna all my life."

Dan nodded with a half shrug. "I suppose."


Luna had cleaned up like she'd promised and was eager to find out about my trip to the hospital. Dan filled her in on all the details whist I excused myself to take a shower.

I felt like I'd been asleep for years, my eyes were only getting heavier as the water dripped down my face all the way down my bare physique.

"Nice birth mark."

Clearly startled by the sudden voice, I let out a scream, spinning in the stream of water and falling straight onto my ass whist dragging the shower curtain down with me. My eyes were pelted with hot tears of water and struggled to make out the figure sitting on the toilet. As soon as I spotted the all black attire I knew who it was.

"What are you doing in my bathroom? I'm showering you pervert." I whispered harshly, dragging myself back onto my feet and covering my body with the blue shower curtain.

I turned the water off and rubbed my eyes. Dark Star looked amused. "I needed to speak with you."

"And you couldn't wait until I wasn't naked?" I glared directly at him.

He shrugged. "Probably. But where's the fun in that?"

I rolled my eyes and stepped onto the towel waiting outside of the shower. "Can you get out for a second, please?"

To my surprise he disappeared. I took that space of a moment to wrap a towel around my body. I heard a loud knock on the door and then Dan's voice followed. "Lux, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I opened the door to him and smiled. "Just fell, that's all."

He checked me out — not so subtly — and took a gulp I could've heard. "I thought you were hurt."

"Totally fine," I replied, trying to look away from his hungry eyes. "So fine."

"You're kind of naked right now." He whispered, his hot breath skimming my face and shoulders; trails of goosebumps rose in its wake.

My breath hiked as I tightened my hand on the towel where it was tucked not so securely around my chest. "I'm wearing a towel."

"That can be changed." He smirked, his head dipping lower to mine.

"Guys," Luna interrupted looking worried. "Jordan's on his way over, he just called."

Dan sighed and closed his eyes, his fists colliding with the wall by my head. "God damn it."

"Wait, w-what's the problem?" I stuttered with a furrowed eyebrow, still recovering from Dan hovering over me seconds ago.

"You haven't told your brother you're dating Dan yet." Luna informed me.

I was even more baffled. "What the hell? Why haven't I?"

"Because he hates me," Dan answered, leaning his back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. "We don't really... get along."

"So what are you supposed to do, hide under the bed?" I looked from Luna to Dan and they both looked clueless.

Dan pushed himself off the wall and dug his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. "I'll just leave and call you later when he's gone."

"Or we could grow some balls and tell him?" I suggested.

"Are you sure you wanna do that?" My best friend intervened. "I mean, after all the stuff he told you."

"Well, seems I'm having some memory loss so why not?" I slapped my hands onto my thighs.

Luna raised her eyebrows and looked away. "Alright. I'll be downstairs."

As soon as she'd gone, Dan ran his hands down my arms and looked directly into my eyes; no blisteringly seductive mood there anymore. "You don't have to tell him yet. Like you said, you're not remembering things — there might be a reason you're not telling him."

"Like what?" I shrugged, trying not to see a stranger holding me instead my boyfriend.

"I'm no angel," he stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed, scratching his neck. "He knows all of my dirty little secrets. He's just trying to keep you safe, I suppose."

"Hold up," I held my hand up. "Do I know of these secrets?"

He laughed but his tone remained serious. "Not yet. I was thinking I'd wait to tell you until you were too in love with me to leave me. Looks like that's slipping too."

I felt awful but annoyed at the exact same time. He hadn't told me whatever he was hiding but he was planning to. The only thing about the idea he was planning to that made we waver was the fact he was going to tell me when I was too in love with him to make a logical decision. But then, he looked all sad and gorgeous thinking I wasn't going to love him.

"That's kind of selfish, but also kind of adorable," I muttered into my hands which had made their way to my face. "I don't know what to do now."

"I'll just go," he said quietly, standing up and running his hands through his hair. The secrets couldn't be that bad — I doubt he'd murder someone, he hates the sight of blood.

Woah, where'd that come from?

"I'll call you later."

"Dan, wait!" I called after him, running down the stairs which he'd already zipped down.

The door swung shut and made a heavy thump — ironically matching the sound of my heart dropping into my stomach.

My legs gradually moved me back into my bedroom and I tried to get my mind off Dan for a minute whilst I changed into a pair of my favourite skinny jeans and a cropped sweater I had forgotten I owned until this evening. During my fumble to zip the sides of my boots up, Dark Star appeared.

"I was starting to forget what you looked like with clothes on." He chuckled, propping his feet onto my bed.

"Feet off," I scolded, tapping his shiny black shoes. He complied with a grunt. "What is it?"

He whistled a long tune at my snappy tone and clasped his hands together. "Well, I have a feeling there's something you want to ask me first."

The boy I'd seen at the hospital came to mind. "Well, if you know what I'm going to ask, why not just tell me the answer."

"Yes, he's in the same position as you," he replied instantly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Half of the world's population are living in a dream world."

My eyebrows furrowed. "You said I was a lucky one."

"Lucky, selfish — either would fit." He mused, looking around my room.

"Selfish?" I widened my eyes. It's not like I asked for a million dollars, though Dan was pretty damn close.

He nodded, looking at me again. "There are billions of people living in a world they don't know has changed because they don't wish for themselves, they wish for the good of others. One of the very few things I find admirable about your race."

I suddenly felt awful again. "Wow, thanks."

"Honestly, I can't really call you selfish. You technically didn't wish for Daniel in a serious way; you kind of did it sarcastically as I passed your eyes. That line is blurred for me." Dark Star stood from the chair and made a move for the pictures on the shelf beneath my television.

"Is that–"

He interrupted me, handing me the picture. "A picture of you and Daniel? Yes."

I looked at it for a good minute, then checked the date I'd wrote on the back. 16th of august — the first time we met. My mouth curled into a smile as I looked at it again. I looked flustered in a surprisingly gorgeous red dress, my hair laid over one shoulder; Dan looked perfect in black jeans and an over-sized jumper, his hair was a curly mess and his arm fitted easily around my waist, coming to rest on my hip. Our smiles told me we were really happy — both probably because of one another and the liquor in the red cups we both held.

"So it all really happened," I whispered to myself. "It's all too perfect."

"Don't say it like you don't deserve it. I mean, you did get that B in geometry last year." How he mocked me with a straight face baffled me.

"Just go, alright? My brothers on his way over." I said evenly, shoving past him to put the picture back on the shelf.

He watched me brush through my drying hair and put on some light make up. "That's actually part of the reason I'm here."

I looked at him expectantly through the mirror and he sighed. "That decision I asked you to make at the hospital, the Daniel one?" I nodded and let him carry on. "Well, this meeting with your brother is likely to have an impact."

"How?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Let's just say Jordan and your boyfriend run in different packs; when the two collide, things aren't so pretty."  he licked his lips. "So, I'll leave you with that horrible excuse of a riddle to think about."

"What does that mean?" I exclaimed, trying to make a reach for him before he could disappear. But he had already gone and I clenched thin air. I'd kill him if it was even remotely possible.

My head was spinning as I made my way down the stairs. A thousand thoughts and feelings were swarming around my brain.

Luna was making a snack, passing me a plate full of food which I thanked her for. I sat and ate for a few minutes before swallowing it down with an ice cold glass of water.

Distantly, I heard the front door click shut. Arms locked around me when I turned and the scent of Jordan sprung my nostrils. "Hey there, baby sis."