Chapter 3

I said, turning to Brooke. “Shall we?”

I distinctly felt Brooke’s tension ease.

She looked at me steadily, then leaned in.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her.

“Whoa!”

Another round of gasps and “whoa”s.

These people might have seen Clara embrace and kiss other men, but they surely never expected me to do the same with another woman.

So their “whoa”s were particularly fresh, but then they suddenly fell silent.

Brooke seemed to kiss me without reservation, chasing my lips.

Her tongue swept through my mouth, intertwining with mine, and the hand clutching the back of my neck tightened, as if she wanted to devour me whole.

After thirty seconds, I pulled away, only to see Clara's face had turned absolutely thunderous. That’s why everyone else had clammed up.

How ridiculous.

Brooke gently wiped a damp spot from the corner of my mouth.

“What’s wrong with everyone? Didn’t I just take my punishment?” I asked, feigning confusion about the odd atmosphere.

“Even with amnesia, Asher isn’t shy with his girlfriend,” Lucas commented, clearly mocking me for making a fool of myself because of my memory loss.

Clara's expression grew even more unpleasant.

I went to the restroom outside, but on my way back, I heard voices coming from the stairwell.

“Brooke, I told you not to get handsy with him. That wasn't cool earlier.” Clara’s voice was cold.

“It was just a game. He’s got amnesia. Are you really suggesting he should have picked you, someone who’s clearly with another man? That’s not realistic, is it? You yourself chose me to be his girlfriend now.” Brooke’s voice was laced with a smile.

Clara was silent for a moment. “Fine, just keep some boundaries. While I don’t believe you’d actually fall for Asher and sleep with him, try to avoid overly intimate contact, okay? Otherwise, it’ll be awkward for you, and I wouldn’t want that, right?”

“Heh, you know me so well.”