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Her body seemed to slot against his perfectly…and that was the problem. Well that, and the warm citrus scent of the cologne he wore seemed to remind her of home and gave her a sense of security. (Dr. Abrams had said that was normal because the five scenes essentially had some kind of weird muscle memory. Honestly, Sarah had tuned out the explanation because her head had started to ache again from just trying to remember anything. )
She realized that those probably were good things to most people. But most people probably remembered the last four years of their life whereas Sarah didn’t. It was an odd feeling to have her mind seize up at the foreign contact, but her body relaxed with familiarity. It was a contradiction. It didn’t make sense, but since waking up four years in the future, nothing made much sense anymore.
Connor’s chest moved up and down as he slept with his hand curled into the curls of her hair. It had been Sarah’s idea to share the bedroom when he brought her back to the apartment they shared, (An apartment that she didn’t recognize, yet she could see the touches of her in the space) following her discharge from the hospital. He was going to sleep in the guest room before she stopped him.
“Dr. Abrams said the key to getting my memories back is to go back to normal to our routine. Well, as close to normal as I can get to without going to work. And us sleeping in the bed is normal, right?”
Now she starting to regret that a little when she woke up to him shifting in his sleep which led her to where she was now. His left arm slung around her waist while his right hand cradled her head protectively to his chest. That had been two hours ago and the brunette had been awake ever since.
Even in his sleep, Connor Rhodes was protective. Something that she had learned since waking up four years in the future. Sarah was still getting used to that protection being extended to her.
“Do you miss her? Your wife, the person I was before the accident,” she whispered almost inaudibly, peering up at the man. Connor had been great through all of this. Never once actively making her feel guilty. Yet, she could still see the light dim a little in his blue eyes every time he came into her hospital room just to realize she didn’t remember before he could help it. Then he covered it up with that dazzling smile that seemed to be just for her.
She shifted, turning on her side so she was looking at their wedding photo. A wedding she couldn’t remember. “I worry that my memories won’t return and then what then? I can’t be her without them. Will you get tired of always having to walk on eggshells because I don’t remember something?”
She didn’t know it, but Connor had woken up when he felt her shift. Once a heavy sleeper Sarah’s accident had changed that. Now the slightest movement, even Sarah shifting could make him stir these days. Usually, once his wife had settled, he could go back to sleep. But then he heard Sarah talking. His wife didn’t know it, but his hand tightening protectively on her hip was more than just a reflex.