Ellinor quirked a brow as a smirk played on her lips. "What are you so pleased about?"
Marcus met her gaze. "I'm pleased to accept your indifference."
Ellinor squinted slightly. "I'm indifferent because I remember who you used to be, the experiences we had together, and the emotions we shared. Why are you so pleased to accept me? Don't you remember me at all? Are you so easily taken in by a woman you've just met?"
Marcus didn't shy away from her probing gaze; his eyes were steady and sly. "Can I say my reasons are similar to yours?"
Ellinor was puzzled. "Similar how?"
Marcus tilted his chin up slightly. "I find you irresistibly attractive. So much so, that I can't refuse you."
Ellinor's eyes widened slightly. Her gaze dropped to his deliberately lifted chin, and her heart fluttered.
It wasn't a deep kiss. It was just a gentle pressing of lips that made them feel each other's warmth, not moving any further.
About ten seconds later, Ellinor pulled away, her slender fingers lingering at her lips. "Remember anything?"
Marcus shook his head. He felt a sense of familiarity but couldn't recall any past memories.
Ellinor reached out to gently touch his lips. "Take your time. There's no rush. I can wait."
Marcus caught her hand before it could retreat, holding it lightly. "Thank you."
Strangely, even though he couldn't remember anything about her, he didn't mind her touch and even seemed to welcome it.
Ellinor didn't pull her hand away. "What are you thanking me for?"
"For everything you're doing for me."
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