Chapter 2 I turned in early that night , curled up on my side of our California king bed the same bed where Rain used to hold me like I was precious . The bedroom still held echoes of those memories , though the warmth had long since faded . Adrian didnt stumble in until past midnight , bringing with him the sharp scent of expensive whiskey and victory . Another successful practice run , no doubt . The mattress shifted under his weight , and his muscular arms snaked around me with practiced possessiveness . In bed before midnight ? Thats new , he murmured , his voice carrying that familiar post race huskiness . He nuzzled my neck , his breath hot against my skin , reeking of aged scotch and hollow triumph . I used to live for these late night moments , staying awake just to catch a glimpse of him walking through the door . My heart would race at his footsteps on the stairs . Now , I instinctively recoiled from his touch , my body betraying what my mind tried to deny . The expensive Chanel Gabrielle lingered on his collar Sophias signature scent . The same perfume Id seen on his credit card statements , a Christmas gift for his teammate . Of course theyd been together . They always were these days . His jaw clenched at my withdrawal , fingers digging into my hip as he tightened his grip . Stay still , he commanded through gritted teeth . My heads splitting . The migraines his constant companion since the accident . The kind that usually required prescription strength painkillers and complete darkness . But somehow , holding me had always been his miracle cure . The only time the mighty Adrian Chase showed any vulnerability now . Muscle memory took over as I massaged his temples , my fingers finding the familiar pressure points . A quiet groan escaped his lips a ghost of intimacy we once shared . Adrian caught my hand mid motion , his thumb running over my palm with clinical detachment . His expression turned to one of distacto nooo … -i 11 Chapter 2 Some things dont wash away that easily , I said , voice hollow as winter wind . Three years of being his caretaker had left their mark no amount of luxury skincare could eras The contrast was crushing . When he was Rain the lost man with no memory hed kiss these same callused hands , whispering they were beautiful because they told our story of healing together . Hed trace each line like reading a love letter , thanking them for saving him . Now ? He looked at them like they were an embarrassing reminder of a past he wanted to forget . Just like me a scar he couldnt quite erase , but could at least hide from the cameras . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!