The Memory

Camilla made me feel really happy that night when she told everyone I was her boyfriend. It doesn't matter that she couldn't confirm it, but she repeated it with increasing confidence throughout the party. Eventually, however, she got tired and asked him to help her get home. By the end of the party, she wasn't drinking as much anymore, and I had the feeling that the cool air helped clear her mind a bit as we waited for the taxi. I was afraid that because of this, he would withdraw from his earlier declarations. But she didn't do it on the way home, cuddling up to me all the time, or when she was getting ready for bed.

She sat next to me on the bed and stared at me with a smile. I was happy about it, but at the same time, it made me uneasy. I didn't know what to do, or to make a move, hoping for her favor, or perhaps persuading her to go to bed and talk to her in the morning. She was still intoxicated and I didn't want to take advantage of it, however tempting the opportunity seemed.

"You should go to sleep," I said, hoping I made the right decision. She surprised me when she leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips. I looked at her uncertainly, but she was still smiling and placed her hands on my chest. "Cami, you drank a lot, I don't want to use it, I don't want you to regret anything later..."

"I'm fully aware of what I'm doing," she replied confidently. “I have a ghost that I love right in front of me. Maybe it's stupid and against all my principles. Maybe I'm not fully accepting the thought yet, but I want to be with you! So I have no regrets anymore. Why are you even saying that?" Suddenly there was sadness in her voice and tears welled up in her eyes. "You don't feel anything for me? You do not want me? You can have anyone, so you reject me?"

"Cami, of course, I love you, and have for a long time." I took her face in my hands and kissed her, first on the forehead, then one cheek, then the other. "I don't want you to ever doubt that." The nose she liked to pick up sometimes. "So I ask again, are you fully aware of what's going on?"

I was a bit surprised when she blushed, despite her confident, slightly mischievous everyday self. She suddenly looked away and couldn't stand the tension she was causing, but she nodded and looked at me expectantly, so I kissed her. I wanted to tell her how much I wanted it, to tell her all the love I had for her. I felt them tremble as our bodies moved closer together, and goosebumps appeared on her skin. I backed away from her, fearing she was freezing with my presence when I noticed she reacted the same way to her body heat.

"Are you serious right now?" she laughed and cuddled up to me. "I didn't say it bothered me, and what if we got rid of our clothes?" I didn't even notice when she started undoing the buttons on my shirt...

"How could I forget that," she announced suddenly, causing me to snap out of the flood of memories of that night.

"That's right," I replied, offended. “You know how sorry I was about that, and I got hit on the head by Her Majesty.

"But I finally remembered," she replied in her defense and snuggled into me even tighter.

"Otherwise I'd have to rekindle your memory differently." I kissed her forehead, selfishly wishing no one would take her away from me.