Chapter 3 LOST AND FOUND THREE

Chapter 3

"You know me." He sat me on the sofa and moved away from me.

"No, you're so loud." He went somewhere, and I took that chance to look around. We were in his rest house, which is actually close to ours. The inside of his place is very manly, but the materials used are really nice. It was refreshing and made me feel relaxed.

Travis really has good taste in designs...

"Travis.." I whispered softly and leaned back on his sofa. Even his name sounds good and really fits him. I adjusted the shirt I was wearing and glanced at the kitchen he went into. When I confirmed he wasn't there, I brought his shirt to my nose.

"Oh wow, it smells so good!" I giggled and closed my eyes before smelling it more. His natural scent lingered in my nose, and it smelled so nice.

"You can smell me instead if you want." I quickly dropped the shirt and sat up straight. In front of me stood Travis with a kit in his hand. He was smiling, showing off his yummy abs.

"H..Have you been here long?" I fixed my sitting position and turned my feet to the side.

"Not really, but enough to see you dreaming and smelling my shirt." His eyes sparkled, and I felt so embarrassed.

"I..I just smelled it, it smelled bad." I tried to excuse myself, but he just laughed at what I said before sitting down at the table in front of the sofa.

"Uh-huh? So, are you telling me I'm wrong when I heard you say my shirt smells so damn good?" His smile changed a bit as he tilted his head to watch me.

"It's just your imagination!" I bit my lip and swallowed hard as I saw his expression change before he shook his head.

"Why?" I asked, pushing my hair away from my face.

"Don't bite your lip." I let go of my lip that I was biting and cleared my throat.

"Um.. Travis.." Suddenly, I felt shy calling his name. He looked at me and ran his hand through his messy hair, then made a face after a moment.

Why is he still handsome even when he makes that face?

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"Nothing," then he stood up, surprising me when he knelt in front of me to check my foot and inspect my wound.

"Why do you have to be so careless?" He said without looking at me as he handed me the medicine kit and took out cotton and alcohol.

"My slipper got caught on a rock."

"Whose fault is that?" He asked.

"The rock's fault. It's stupid, it blocked my way." He stopped putting alcohol on the cotton and smiled at me when he looked at me.

"You silly." He laughed softly as he brought the cotton closer to my knee, but before he could get close, I quickly pushed his hand away.

"Don't! That hurts!"

"Tss.. It's not, come on. The blood is already dry." He brought it closer again, but I quickly pushed his hand away again and shook my head.

"Please, no..." I pouted and acted cute. He smiled shyly before he let go of the cotton, and I was surprised when he took my hand and squeezed it.

I felt a strange electricity in my body and a tickle in my stomach from what he did.

"You can do this, it's just like an ant bite." He gave me his warm and reassuring smile before looking at me, so I nodded without thinking. His smile was really charming.

"Good. Okay then." He nodded and released my hand before reaching for the cotton again and bringing it close to my knee. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else so I wouldn't feel the sting, but when the cotton touched my knee, I winced and immediately grabbed Travis's shoulder.

"Ouch!" I almost pinched Travis, and when I didn't feel him move, I opened my eyes, only to find him staring at my hand on his shoulder and swallowing hard.

"What's wrong?" I asked; the cotton was still in his hand but hadn't touched my knee again.

"You... You still do that." I was confused by what he said and spoke up.

"What do you mean?"

"That. Touching my shoulder when you're hurt."

"Huh?" My mouth opened slightly in surprise.

"W... Nothing... Okay, I'll clean your wound." He cleaned my wound and treated it, but I felt a bit crazy and wondered about what he said. Why does he know so much?

"You know me, right?" He threw away the cotton before coming closer to me.

"Nope."

"Trav, come on... I know you know me, please." He sighed before biting his lip and sitting next to me.

"Yes, I know you." I sat up straight and faced him.

"Really?" He nodded.

"What happened? You don't remember me?" He asked in surprise. I smiled faintly and nodded.

"I just... I just can't remember anything. Sorry if I was annoying earlier. I just want to ask you things."

"How come? Even me? You can't remember me?" I saw emotion in his eyes as he leaned back while looking at me.

"Sorry... No, that's why I want to ask you. I want to know someone who knows me, and as you said, you know me." He nodded but the emotion in his gray eyes didn't go away.

"I know you... really well..." My heart raced at what he said, and I felt lighter inside.

"Let me introduce myself formally again. I'm Travis Joseff Samaniego." He smiled a little, and my heart raced faster when he extended his hand to me.

"Cailegh Camilla Ignacio..." I took his hand, and his warm palm felt so familiar.

I quickly let go of his hand because my heart was racing too much, and I fixed my hair.

"What happened?" He asked with surprise as he took a breath.

"I don't know... Really... No one can tell me... I've been clueless for the past years, so that's why I want to know someone like you..." He sighed heavily at what I said and stared at me.

"It must be your parents," he said firmly.

"Do you know them too?" He nodded and placed his hand on his temple while rubbing it.

"Yeah..." His answer made me think that this man really knows me, no doubt about it.

"What was our relationship before? Were you my boyfriend?" I tried joking around with a smile, but I saw how he froze and opened his mouth in surprise at what I said.

"You seriously can't remember anything?" He suddenly asked in a serious tone. I quickly nodded before answering.

"I was just kidding, but yes, I really can't remember. Not even a single thing." His gaze stayed on my face as if searching for something, then after a moment, he looked away.

"What am I to you?" I asked. He looked at me before speaking.

"Just... an old friend..." he said, but I felt unconvinced.

"You must be a great old friend of mine..." I smiled and took a deep sigh.

"I wish I could remember you. You know, I just woke up not remembering anything, and they just told me something happened that I don't know about. I tried asking them who I am and what happened when I still had some memories, but they refused to answer me. They just told me to forget the past because it's not important."

"It's really not important..." he suddenly said, which made me anxious.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, nothing strange happened before... As far as I remember, you didn't experience anything special, so it isn't important to remember anything." He said this coldly; his mood changed again.

"But I want to remember everything! I want to go back to how things were. I'm clueless, empty, and I don't know anything! Please..." I said, almost begging. I felt my tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

I was scared that he might not help me. I was scared that he wouldn't agree to my plea. I don't want to be clueless anymore. He is my only hope.

He pressed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again, he was staring into my eyes.

"Help me... please..." I said softly, my chest tightening at the thought that he might not be able to help me. I don't know why, but I want him to remind me of the past. I know it's already gone, but the desire to know it won't leave my mind and heart.

I can feel that something in the past was important to me, and if only I could find out what it was, I would feel whole again.

"Please..." I repeated.

"I'll think about it..." he replied, and I was surprised when he wiped the tears from my cheek and caressed my face.

"I'll think about it..." he said again before pulling me into his arms.