After our bodies cool, the sheets smooth out around us, and I’m snuggled in Tobin’s arms, I tell him I love him. I don’t even think about it—the words just escape before they’re even fully formed in my mind. But when he turns my face up towards his I see tears on his cheeks and his kiss is salty on my lips.
“Oh, God, Joah,” he sighs, “I never thought I’d hear you say that again.”
“Then I’ll say it every day,” I tell him, burrowing closer into him beneath the quilt, “so you’ll never forget.”
Some time later I ask him to tell me more about who I was. I want to know everything I don’t remember, every little detail, because if it’s not going to come back on its own I want to at least have it as a part of me. “Tell me what to remember,” I say, listening to Tobin’s heart beat steadily wher
