Allison
an excerpt

“Reita,” I whispered into his face. “Reita, wake up.”
“Nn…” he groaned, but didn’t wake up.
“Reita!” I whispered a little louder, but to no avail. So I did the only thing that came to my mind.
His lips felt soft and limp as I kissed them, which was different from the power in them that was usually there. Reita woke up instantly, his arms moving around as he didn’t know what was going on. He moved to push me away, but stopped and enjoyed the kiss, putting a little muscle into it. I broke away, and he looked at me in surprise.
“What were you—?” he started to ask, his voice slightly raspy from sleep.
“I couldn’t get you to wake up,” I explained. He laughed.
“So that was your solution?” he asked.
“What, you didn’t like it?”
“Oh, no, it was wonderful,” he said. “Just next time, let it last longer.”
I rolled my eyes. “Do you want to hear about my vision or not?”
“Why didn’t you wait until it was morning?” he asked, taking a look at the clock.
“Technically, it is morning,” I pointed out. “But I don’t know, I just woke up on my own, I guess. I want to tell you before I forget.”
So I explained the short, yet detailed vision to him. He nodded.
“Okay, it makes sense,” he said. “But there’s still a lot of memories you’re missing, and we need to get those back.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I just wish there was a faster way.”
“I think there is,” he said. “But you won’t be up for it.”
“And what would that be?” I asked, not thinking.
Reita gave me a knowing look.
“Yeah, definitely not,” I said. “I’m Christian.”
“That’s why I didn’t say it,” he said, and then smiled. “And I just learned another new thing about you.”
“What are you?” I asked.
“I don’t have a religion,” he said. “I never really looked into it.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Please don’t try to convert me,” he said.
“I might be Christian, but I’m not obsessed with it,” I told him. “I’ll admit it—I don’t even go to church every Sunday.”
“I don’t blame you,” he said, laughing. “I wouldn’t want to sit through an hour-long sermon every Sunday, either.”
I laughed along with him. He began to stroke my back with his hand, up and down through the sweatshirt.
“We’re all these clothes really necessary?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him. “Definitely necessary, especially with you on the loose.”
“Can I at least take my sweatpants off?” he asked. “They’re making me uncomfortable.”
“You can,” I told him.
“Really?” he asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” I said, and nodded. “But then I’m going back to my own bed.”