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18. Amnesia au

Robert wakes up to Aaron, half naked, looking around the room.

“Can I help you?” He asks, startling Aaron, who shoots him a withering
look.

“Looking for my phone.” Aaron says, drily.

“Probably still in your jeans.” Robert replies with a smirk at the
memories of the night before.

Aaron had been complaining about a headache ever since coming back from
work, but they had the house to themselves for the first time in ages, and
well. Their night had started long before they had even reached the bedroom. In
the foyer to be exact. Aaron’s jeans, and his phone, are probably still
somewhere in middle of the living room.

They need to clear the mess up before Liv comes back from Gabby’s and
Seb from Vic’s. But that’s for later. They still have time.

“You sure I can’t tempt you to get back in bed?” Robert asks, bringing
his hands behind his head, an eyebrow raised.

Aaron gives him an appraising look, his eyes roaming the length of
Robert’s body, like it’s the first time he’s seeing it. It still sends a thrill
through Robert’s spine. He doubts there’s ever gonna be a time when it won’t.

“Nah, mate, you’re alright.” Aaron says, like it pains him to.

Robert snorts and rolls out of bed. “Come on, I’ll make you breakfast
while you look for your phone.”

–

They go downstairs and Aaron looks appreciatively at the kitchen. Robert
suppresses a laugh. So that’s what Aaron’s playing at.

“Nice place.” Aaron says, looking around.

“Yeah, it’s my husband’s.” Robert says, taking out everything he needs
for breakfast from the fridge.

“You the trophy wife or something?” Aaron asks, a weird edge to his
voice that Robert can’t quite decipher. He’s getting closer to Robert now, slow
and purposeful.

“Something like that.” Robert replies, taking the pan off the stove just
in case.

It turns out to be a smart choice, because before he even realizes
what’s happening, Aaron is crowding his personal space, his hands finding their
way on Robert’s sides, Aaron’s mouth on his.

“What was your name again?” Aaron asks, a whisper into Robert’s mouth.

“Robert.” Robert replies with a laugh.

“I’m Aaron.” Aaron replies, his hands now dangerously low on Robert’s
hips.

“Yes, I remember that.” Robert says. “Now go, get your phone while I
make breakfast, we can continue this later.”

Aaron huffs, but complies, half-heartedly taking his hands off of
Robert. It makes Robert shiver, a mix of the loss of contact with Aaron’s warm
skin and anticipation.

Robert’s almost about to say ‘screw breakfast, let’s go back upstairs’
when Aaron storms into the kitchen, clutching his phone.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?” He asks, waving his phone in front of
Robert’s eyes.

Robert takes it from Aaron’s hands and looks at it. There’s no messages,
no missed calls. It looks like Aaron’s phone always does, a picture of them,
Liv and Seb as background.

“What’s wrong?” Robert asks. He almost wants to ask if they’re still
roleplaying, but Aaron’s eyes are filled with panic, real and chilling.

“Why is there a picture of you on my phone? Who are these kids?” Aaron
asks, snatching his phone back from Robert’s hands. “Is this supposed to be a
joke? Did Adam put you up to this?” He continues, backing away from Robert and
looking around, as if he’s expecting Adam to jump out of one of the cabinets.

“Aaron, come on You’re scaring me, here.” Robert says, trying to keep
his voice even.

“Where am I?” Aaron asks. He’s looking at Robert like Robert might hurt
him and it almost makes Robert recoil.

“The Mill, in Emmerdale, our home.” Robert replies. His brain is trying
to process a thousand thoughts a minute.

“I thought this was your husband’s house.” Aaron says, but already as he
says he Robert can see the pieces are starting to connect.

That’s when Aaron sees it. Their wedding picture on the mantelpiece. The
two of them in their wedding suits, wedding rings on display, Robert kissing
Aaron’s cheek.

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