Miranda hoped he was right and that her memory would come back soon because she hated not knowing things, everything.  She knew at this point she didn’t care how long it took for him to love her, she knew now that he did and that was all that was going to matter in the future.  “Ever so slowly they seem to be coming.  I guess I am just not a patient person.”  She giggled a  little.<br/><br/>She was listening to him talk about the night in his office or what she would call his study.  She was a little scared when he threw the bottle, but she didn’t want to show it.  She just wanted to hold him and let him know that it was ok to cry and grieve for his mother no matter what his father said.  “Your father had no right to tell you that you were not man enough if you grieved for your mother.  I never have liked your father.  I am sorry but there is nothing wrong with a woman wanting her own mind.”  Miranda actually stated rather snippy as she remembered something else.<br/><br/>Miranda was not even thinking about the spot that she had put Brettly in at the moment.  The closeness of their bodies was something that had to excite Brettly, even though she was not ready for anything above cuddling.  She was enjoying his closeness and she knew she was being a little selfish about it.<br/><br/>When he kissed her Miranda melted into it and placed her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.  She felt like she was home again in the arms of someone who loved and cherished her and she didn’t want to give that up.  It wasn’t until she felt him harden against her that broke out of her revine.<br/><br/>“Oh my god, I am so sorry Bre.”  Miranda said as she scrambled out of the tub grabbing for a towel.   “I…I….didn’t mean to do that.”  Miranda wrapped a towel around herself and ran into their bedroom looking for clothes to put on mumbling to herself.  “I can’t believe I just did that, god he must hate me.”  She was mumbling to herself as she went through her drawers looking for underwear.  “I get him all turn on knowing I am not fit to have sex.  God what was I thinking?”<br/>Miranda finally found some clothes to put on, nothing to outrageous just a simple pair of pink shorts and a pink t-shirt.  She laid herself down on their bed and started crying again.  She swore it seemed like that was all she was ever doing.  Here they were doing some healing and her she was turning on her husband with the feel of her naked body.  Why did she ask him to join her in the bath, she should have known what it would do to him.