Sophia thrashed atop me as my climax reached its peak. I held onto this moment of perfect bliss, not wanting to let it go. But then it retreated. Sophia slammed into me one last time, trembling as her own orgasm filled her. She collapsed on me. I held her as we both gasped and panted.
"Wonderful," I whispered, a smile on my lips.
"Angela," Sophia said, her voice strained. "I...I...I'm glad things have changed between us."
"Me, too," I smiled.
"I...I care for you. I mean, you know that."
"I'm sorry I called it a silly crush," I smiled. "It's not."
Sophia swallowed. "And...what about...you?"
I held her trembling body. "I do care for you."
"But?"
"But...there's this hole in my heart. I feel like I loved someone and it was cut out of me. Holding you, being with you, even caring for you helps to fill it. But...is it love? I don't know, Sophia. Maybe." But if I loved this...other person, why did I allow the Oracle to take my memories of him or her away from me? Could I even love?
