REINER
This wasn’t my first time watching someone’s memories: still, I felt a little wobbly as I landed in Becky’s mind.
I was in our bedroom, back at the pack house – and low laughter and moans were coming from the bed.
I remember this, as I saw Becky and me (did I really look like that?) kissing and cuddling.
A lump grew in my throat – f**k, I missed that. I missed the intimacy, both physical and emotional, of those moments.
After a while, though, we separated – I saw myself getting dressed while she got ready, and in the meantime, we made plans for lunch.
We needed some time just for ourselves, I’d thought back then, just before asking her out. I saw myself walking into the bathroom, kissing her on the cheek, and leaving.
Goddess, it was alienating to see myself from another set
