Forgotten

A short erotic story in 2,000 words. Strictly 18+. Caution, as opposed to most of my stories, this one does NOT contain kinky sex, but rather vanilla. Sort of. What do you do when you wake up one morning, realizing that you don't remember a thing? A gorgeous man is by your side, trying to make you forget your predicament. How ironic, right? Will his gentle seduction be enough to jog your memories, or are they lost 'for good'? o "You still don't remember, do you?"I shake my head again, painfully aware of my lack of clothing. Apparently, I like to sleep naked. And I don't sleep alone. I just wish I remembered. Cole did say that I went in for a simple check-up, ended up in an emergency operation, and then I was in a coma. I had high fever, and my body was giving up, and nobody knew why. And then all of a sudden I was back, only my memories were gone. I guess I should feel lucky, but the thought that I forgot such a loving man breaks my heart. Not to mention the fact that most of my life is also missing."Cole, can I ask you something?"I fiddle with the blanket, pulling it back over me, despite the heat. God, I don't even know if it's summer or the winter heating that has me sweating. Surely my husband has something to do with it, too. The one I don't remember. But, according to him, we have been married for six years. "Sure, shoot.""How did we meet?"His eyebrow shoots up, and I can see the pain my question brought into his hazel eyes. A trip down memory lane might not be such a good idea for him right now, but I need to know. How could I build a future, if I don't have a past? o