Free Remember Me by Serenity Woods

but she pushed it away. “It’s still you, love. Of course it will be the same.”
    He frowned. “I’m just not sure of...the logistics of how it would work.”
    Oh... He was worried about maneuvering himself in bed—maybe of making a fool of himself, of being clumsy or awkward.
    “Don’t worry about that.” She got up and passed him his crutches. “I’m more than happy to be on top.”
    Their eyes met, and he smiled then, the first real smile of pure happiness he’d given since he returned. Her heart swelled as he pushed himself up and followed her into the bedroom. She drew back the duvet. “Get in,” she told him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m just going to visit Eamon’s room.”
    “Why so?”
    “You’ll find out in a minute.”
    She found the condoms in Eamon’s bedside table and apologized to him mentally as she took one out of the box. As she walked back into Hamish’s room, he looked up and smiled at the object in her hands.
    He sat on the bed looking nervous, unsure. Her heart went out to him, and suddenly it all became clear. How could she ever have thought she could exist without him? It didn’t matter what he wanted to do—stay in the Army, return to Afghanistan, or move to Mars. She didn’t want to let him go, and she’d take as much of him as he could offer. The decision surprised her, made her dizzy for a moment, but then he smiled, and she melted inside.
    Her heart light now she’d made up her mind, she drew the duvet back then caught the bottom of his T-shirt, lifted it over his head, and let it drop to the floor. “Take off your pants,” she told him softly, “and lie down—on that side.” She pointed to the left of the bed and started to take her own clothes off as he stripped.
    He did as she’d said, and she climbed on the bed, snuggled up to him, and drew the duvet over them. He put his arms around her, and she ran her hand down his side. Hooking her hand behind his knee, she pulled his good left leg over hers. The movement brought their hips together. “There,” she said. “Seems like we still fit together pretty well after all.”
    ***
    Emotion overwhelmed Hamish. He was sure that when he’d been in Afghanistan, dressed in combat gear and surrounded by bad-ass guys carrying ridiculously big guns, the last thing he would ever have felt was emotional. But lying there with Rose in his arms, her smile gentle as she placed soft kisses along the line of his jaw, he relished the warmth in his heart, not wanting ever to get up again.
    Maybe part of him remembered the bomb—that small piece of his brain that dreamed of the blinding light and the noise—and it understood how lucky he was to be alive, even though he was no longer whole.
    Still he hesitated, however.
    “What is it?” She stroked his face.
    He was not going to cry, dammit. “You deserve better, sweetheart.”
    She slid her arms around his waist and hugged him. “I want to be with you, Hamish. You’re still the same man I fell in love with, even though you’ve been wounded. You’re smart and sweet and funny. And it’s just me and you here. I want to fool around with you, kiss you, touch you, and if you don’t want to do anything else, that’s fine. I know you don’t remember our first first time, but I got my bracelet caught in your T-shirt, and I ruined your zipper.” He laughed, and she kissed his cheek. “It really doesn’t matter. It’s about being together.” She slipped a hand into his hair and brought his lips down to hers.
    Hamish closed his eyes and gave himself up to the kiss. She tasted sweet, and the heavenly brush of her tongue against his made him groan. He ran his fingers over her smooth skin, and she gave a delightful shiver as he cupped her breast. He stroked the swollen nipple with his thumb. It tightened, and she sighed.
    His body responded to the touch and smell and taste of her, and she obviously noticed because she pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him. “It