Sixty

ÇHAPTER 60

SANTIAGO

Saying that name went like a kind of relief, it was almost as if my mind had been waiting to scream it out , yet no matter how sweet it sounded it left me wondering why the name of that strange woman that saved my life was right there at the tip of my lips.

"Why did you say that name?" Her voice was calm and collected as age tried to know, it left a dangerous feeling behind.

" Why, I don't know… I just felt like ."

"Do you remember anything?" The name did strike a bell but remembering felt like something far- off.

The conversation was going in a totally different way from what I expected, here I was trying to apologize for acting all rude and she was totally freaking out .

This conversation should have been easy, perhaps relaxed, though I couldn’t help but notice her movements were slightly tense just before she asked the question.

"Santiago why did you say that name?" This time she sounded rather infuriating and I was on the verge of losing it again.

It was as though she was pushing right at a fuse in my mind that could explode any moment from …

I chewed my lip, padding to the window again. I grabbed a glass I had used earlier from the table and filled it with water.

As I have noticed recently about myself , the water helped me in calming myself. I was burning right there , only that it wasn't because I was smitten m by her, rather it was because I was totally pissed.

In reality, I could feel as my spine tingled with a violent awareness. Like it was screaming for her to just stop.

While trying to think of something to say, my attention trailed out of the window—

Something heavy sank in my chest as she ran on, I kept wondering to myself why she was feeling so concerned about a certain woman she shouldn't even be worried about.

“You got to tell—"

“Can’t you see I am trying so hard to remember, told you the name came to my head, I still fucking have amnesia."

That was unthoughtful of her . . . and I hated it, because I couldn’t believe why she was pushing so hard.

Right there at the minute, all I felt was this reflection; it was as though my mind paused when the realization hit me.

Did she believe I was involved with

another woman? It would make sense with the way she’d implied and acted with all seriousness about a certain name.

Have I somehow lived an unfaithful life I couldn't remember that was leaving her with fear?

I would have to be incredibly a good cheat to be able to pull that off with how clingy she was, especially with how she had acted out at the hospital when she just saw that woman —Glenn, with me.

No offense to her—but she was just one manipulative woman I didn't know how I got involved with and her little strange personality.

I was certain, that I had done the loving with my heart and not with

her head.

Realizing that, the annoyance of the fact that I was feeling trapped and that could be the case triggered a feeling of annoyance bubbling to the surface.

She could be fucking toxic with all this clear signs I was seeing —

My throat tightened as I imagined she’d done just that last time, and I had seen how she could act like — totally toxic.

She had to protect her own, it was the way this life worked, I knew. But I’d only understand if she does this at a minimum and not takes things too far like she was doing.

The annoyance turned to bitterness and spread through my blood like a kind of disease.

I figured it was better I told her how I felt, the plain truth of how she acted.

"You know what I think, I just feel you are so damn toxic I don't know I ended up with you."

The truth felt so real, so raw at that moment, I could feel the damage it did to her chest.

Hereyes narrowed just like they had hospital and my gaze imitated her, my heart still breathing heavily

I had no desire to apologize, there was no way my heart would let me.

If she felt pain from the first time, then this second most definitely broke her.

She took steps back one at a time, as I was equally forced to swallow a lump in my throat as she walked out, immediately the door shut behind her, I was convinced I was the worst person in the world at that moment. I had no idea why she was acting so weird , she was my wife after all according to her own words.

I had imagined that she'd taken the matter differently since I was still having a hard time remembering things but she wasn't.

Shouldn't she be a reliable and Steady person to lean on?

Those were two attributes I was sure shae didn't have, at some point I was starting to wonder how I got myself involved with a woman like her.

I needed a drink, this time not water .

*****

When I woke up again it was past two a m, shortly after she walked out to clear her head , I had been there trying to find sleep and good thing was I found it.

The atmosphere of the room looked less toxic with her around. I couldn't explain it but it did give me the right feelings.

The next time I woke up, she was right there at the edge of the bed not crying or sobbing but working on the laptop.

I turned my head to look at her. My breath shallow when I realized that she took the whole argument more mature than I expected.

When she turned her gaze was warm, seeping deeper beneath my skin with each second that passed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Finalizing why we came here, we won't be able to finish it with your accident we would have to come back."

She tries to act all professional and it hurts me, she was my wife after all.

"I am Sorry." I said slowly.

" Not now Santi, I have some emails to reply to. "

Now, she was quiet as she responded to the acclaimed email, or possibly was acting up so I would apologize again who knows.

Nerves played beneath my skin for what I did next, I rolled over till I was at her side and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

She flicked a gaze to me and then leaned

back.

“I can’t —"

" You can. "

With my body pressed against hers, warming me from the inside out, I kissed her neck again.

It was normal for a couple to be intimate right?

The more I kissed the more she leaned in and tried to get all physical, I could feel it …Feel that that heavy tug, that kept pulling me back to her like she was created from gravity.

Instead of pulling away, my heart raced from the shock as she sat on my lap. I could feel my soul blazing like she was some kind of fire.

My heart felt like it was burning, she steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder.

I could taste her breath and feel her strong heartbeat as she buried her fingers in my hair, to run her hand along my jawline, to meet my mouth with hers.

I knew what a kiss with a soul mate felt like, this wasn't it. This was no way like it as it felt too plain with no sparks.

I looked past her shoulder as we kissed, there it was again , outside the window —That lone wolf.