Something dark hovered just at the edge of his consciousness, he could feel it. It was shapeless, voiceless, and it produced an effortless sort of draw. There's no use hiding, it seemed to convey without speaking, the words and thoughts washing over him in quiet understanding. I AM you, but you've forgotten who you are. You've forgotten what that means. The darkness seemed to widen like a chasm, ready to swallow him alive, but there was nothing ominous or foreboding about that gaping space...only a sense of wholeness, of completion. Remember me. Just reach out and touch me...
Shae was abruptly jolted awake by Jack's frustrated jostling, eyes snapping wide open at the sound of a voice he hadn't quite expected to hear first thing in the morning. Slowly and with more than a little stiffness, he leaned up on one arm to survey the situation.
Kami was nestled beside him, naked from the waist up and currently trying to maintain as much of her modesty as possible beneath the bedsheets; not a totally unfamiliar scenario, although he couldn't quite recall the last time he'd seen her cheeks tinted with quite that shade of embarrassment. Then, on the other side of her, was...
Jack. A very disturbed, very naked Jack. Shae could already feel his stomach twisting into a giant knot.
"...well." It was all he could manage to say given the present circumstances. The tension in the room was almost stifling in its thickness, and he could see the obvious anxiety in both of his bedmates' postures. He could see a lot more than that, truth be told, as his eyes traced carefully over the naked lines of his best friend's body.
Too much. It was just too much. There was something unabashedly sensual and erotic about having this pair of lovers- well, presumed lovers- stretched out before him like this. It didn't even matter that there was nothing remotely suggestive in their current demeanor; something incredible had happened in this bed. So why the HELL couldn't he remember any of it?
With a resigned sigh, Shae flopped onto his back against the mattress and threw an arm over his mouth to muffle the sudden laughter spilling from his lips. It figured. He was lying in bed with two partners that had probably given him the best threesome in his life...and he couldn't remember a goddamn thing. Wasn't that just fucking hilarious?!