Chapter 8

Emma’s POV

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since I had last seen Gideon. I had fallen into a normal routine without a memory of Gideon. Except he was still in my head. It was hard, really, to forget a face like his, a skill like his.

That morning, when he had dressed back into his suit. A silent agreement has been passed between the both of us. We had both agreed it was going to be a one-time thing. We were going to fall back into the life we had before knowing each other. He had placed a long sweet kiss on my mouth, mumbling incoherent words as he left the house and without a goodbye glance.

It was the rule. The normal one-night stand rule. Maybe I should have convinced him to be my friend with benefits? Would that have quenched the everlasting hunger of him in me? Gideon followed my every touch. I got so familiar with his cologne that immediately I smelt the same type in the mall, I jumped at it and picked it up. Although it had caused a dent in my pocket.