It's been two weeks and I've tried everything.
My concussion and other injuries are mostly healed, but not my memory. I've
tried all the excersizes, food, and recommendations, including looking at
meaningful objects and even cognitive recalibration, which was just flat out
painful.
Xavier has been nothing but patient, but his s****l frustration is obvious.
I know he doesn't want to push me and wants me to remember first, but after
seeing him Jack off on the bed using one of my panties for the third time, I
decide to time matters into my own hands.
When he finally gets home from work, I ignore his calls.
"QUINN!"
Taking off my clothes, I stand Stark naked in our bedroom.
"Baby I'm home! Where are you?!"
His feet sound on the stairs and I walk forward so that I can meet him
