Eliza couldn't quite grasp what he was saying. He talked for ages, long enough that she ended up dozing off. His kisses, light as raindrops, landed on the edge of her lips, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose. She slowly lifted her thick lashes and found herself face-to-face with a handsome, magnified visage.
"You kissed me again," she murmured, her little face scrunched up in a frown.
The man chuckled, clearly in a good mood. "I've set up an appointment with Dr. Roth. He’ll be in Falconridge next Tuesday. We’ll go see him, and you can talk through everything with him."
Eliza’s heart skipped a beat with excitement. She shot up, sitting upright on the bed. "Really?"
He affectionately ruffled her hair. "Absolutely."
"That's amazing."
"Are you still mad at me?" He didn't want to come on too strong, but sometimes his temper got the best of him. "I genuinely want to help you, and my feelings for you are real."
Eliza didn’t want to delve into emotions. She knew him better than anyone. She didn’t respond, so he pulled her back into his arms. "Come on, give me something. Try to like me a bit, will you?"
"Casper, we’re just not right for each other. Let’s drop this," she said, clearly irritated.
"How can you say that? I’m single, you’re single—"
Eliza cut him off, raising her hand. "Are you sure you're single?"
The question stumped Casper. He had lost part of his memory. Could it be that in those lost memories, there was a marriage? But Dillon had never mentioned anything like that.
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