a headache built behind my eyes , trying to ignore the past and focus only on q. q removed his touch , smearing my dampness over my lower back . even if he was regretting it now , it did n't mean i would fall into his arms and hug him . i mean , it has to be hard seeing someone you care about who ca n't remember you at all . sliced open , bleeding out ... `` do what ? '' with a smile he tucked my fallen hair behind my ear and tilted my chin toward him . 