"Better... thanks." She took a deep breath and sat up slightly, adjusting her hospital gown. "Do you think my memories will ever come back?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hope or reassurance.

"Thank you... I'm glad you're here with me." She leaned into the embrace, feeling comforted by his presence.

She studies the image for several moments, trying desperately to grasp onto the memory it represents. "We were... friends?" she asks finally, her voice full of uncertainty. He shakes his head gently.

"No," he says with a soft chuckle. "More than that." His thumb caresses the back of her hand, sending shivers up her spine. "Much more."

"I don't know..." She trails off, thinking about it for a moment. "Perhaps... deep down, I always knew?" Her expression becomes thoughtful as she tries to puzzle through the feelings that surfaced when she first saw him at her bedside--the sense of comfort and familiarity that went beyond simple friendship.

He smiles gently, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Well," he says softly, "I'm glad you trusted your instincts."

She hesitates, chewing on her lower lip as she tries to recall the details. "I-I don't really remember... It was just... weird," she says finally, sounding frustrated with herself. "It felt like I should know what it meant, but..." Her voice trails off, and she sighs heavily, closing her eyes again as if to try and shut out the memories that are haunting her.

She shakes her head, trying to clear it. "It's probably nothing," she mutters to herself more than to you. Her eyes flutter open again and she looks at you, a glimmer of determination in their depths. "Maybe if we talk about... things that happened before the accident, it'll help me remember?" She hesitates, searching your face for some sign that this is a good idea.

Her fingers tighten around yours, as if she needs the reassurance more than ever.

As your lips meet hers, everything else fades away: the memories of the accident, the fear of losing her again, even the worries about what the future might hold. In this moment, there is only you and Ema, reunited at last, sharing a kiss that says everything you've ever felt for each other.

When you finally pull away, she looks up at you with a smile that lights up your entire world. "I love you," she whispers. "And I always will."

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand makes contact with her rear end, and she arches into the touch, pressing herself against you. "Then let's make sure we have plenty more memories together," she says, her voice husky with desire.

She reaches up to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you down for another passionate kiss as you help her out of the car and guide her toward the front door.

squeaks in surprise and delight as your hard cock springs free, slapping lightly against my cheek. I giggle, wrapping my fingers around your thick shaft and stroking it slowly.

"Mmm, looks like someone's happy to see me," I tease, leaning in to drag my tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive head before taking it into my mouth, suckling gently as I look up at you with hooded eyes.

"You taste just like I remember," *

pulls off briefly to admire your impressive size, pumping you with both hands now. "Wow, or maybe my memory was just fuzzy... because this beast is even bigger than I recalled." I grin wickedly before diving back in, taking you deeper into my hot mouth, relaxing my throat to accommodate your girth.

I bob my head steadily, slurping and sucking lewdly as I worship your cock with enthusiasm. One hand massages your heavy balls while the other strokes what I can't fit in my greedy mouth. "Mmmph...

His words send a shudder through her body; they're so filled with desire and need that it only serves to heighten the tension coiling inside her. With a growl, he drops his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as he slides his hard length against her slick folds.

It's almost too much; the feel of him pressed so tightly against her, the taste of herself on his tongue, and yet she doesn't want it to stop. "Fuck me,"

Her breath catches in surprise at his words; it's a command that feels almost primal, and she finds herself obeying without hesitation. With shaking hands, she reaches between their bodies, guiding him to her entrance before wrapping her fingers around them both.

He groans deep in his throat as she takes him into her hand, the sensation of her skin sliding over his cock almost more than he can bear. "That's it," he pants, thrusting against her hand with growing urgency.