Thirty four

CHAPTER 34

SANTIAGO

One thing crossed through my mind at that moment and that was the fact that she wasn't Glenn.

The moment she walked out I was right there all by myself in the room confused. It to me that was the price I had to pay for knowing about this woman.

I ran my hands through my ruffled air and let out a breath in deep frustration, without intending to at first I took a glance at the grandfather clock hanging on the wall and grumbled to myself that I shouldn't have let her leave.

It's was past ten, and she had been gone for two hours—

The fact that I had no one to call about her whereabouts caused a kind of pain in my heart that I was trying to get rid of.

Perhaps, I shouldn't have angered her enough to leave.

The thought filled my mind with dread. I dreaded the fact that something bad must have happened to her and there was no way I would be there to help her.

Barely thinking of that alone caused my heart to ricochet.

"What have you gotten yourself into man?" I muttered into the thin air to see that Twenty minutes had passed.

I sensed the presence of someone out in the lot and got up as fast as I could, walking toward the door swiftly. I opened the door and found her right there.

There was a feeling of quick relief that traveled through my mind quickly at the speed of light.

Before I could bring myself to think, I rushed toward where she was and gathered her In my arm's sighing in relief.

"Thank goodness… You got me so damned scared."

"Why do you look this dirty?." I questioned seeing how she was partly covered in mud.

She muttered something unintelligent as she made her way in.

A moment later, she was indoors. She had a cup of coffee between her two palms brewing hot as she sipped from it slowly.

Her hair was still wet as she washed herself a couple of minutes ago. Still in a way that was quite out of the ordinary she was yet to say a word to me about the entire incident, I stood there with my hands folded watching her.

The more I thought about the entire situation, the more confused it made me … At that point, I was starting to question every part of me that was sensitive.

It was obvious that this woman was complicated, yet I was drawn to her in a way I had never been with anyone.

One part of me wanted to ask and questioned her action, but still all I could give at that moment was silence.

It was seconds before I was about to break the silence that had enveloped the room , before she glanced over and met my gaze as if She’d felt me observing him.

I was right there standing about five feets away from her as the impact of her indifferent stare still found a way

to touch my soul.

Her stare was intense, and it filled out every part of me.

Then she said my name in what was the sweetest way possible, In a way that was deep and found a way into my soul—In a way that was suggestive, right there in my head and at the back of my mind.

"I am sorry, Thiago." I held her gaze for a breathless second letting it sink down into my soul, I knew there was a need for me to interact with this woman to make her understand how scared I had been.

"It is fine." Those were the only words I could bring myself to answer.

She watched me as though she was really ashamed of how she had acted out, still behind my mind was that need to know.

That one part of me wanted to know what happened, I was curious —

"Glenn." I called out to her. She looked up at me, swallowing a lump that had formed in her throat.

She knew what was coming and I saw her eyes become dim as she narrowed them toward where I was.

"Can we please not speak about that moment." She begged.

I groaned. "This is the second time you are doing this, I let you into everything that has to do with me and when it gets to you, you shut me out. " I threw my hands in the air.

" You are not being fair. " She muttered, her eyes felt watery.

Confused, her voice had become nothing but a memory in my head.

Deep in her eyes I could sense that fear to open up, it left me with a feeling of guilt and resentment that I was pushing too hard.

Her.eyes shifted to me, this time it was remorseful, almost like she was regretting how she had spoken to me.

"Santiago… All I need is time, trust me I'd let you know everything."

" Yeah, you would … " I said with sarcasm.

“Yes.” she forced a smile. “I would tell you everything , let me just get over this phase. " She begged.

I turned to leave but heard as she moved to hold my hands stopping me in my tracks.

The moment har fingers were wrapped around my wrist, I felt a feeling of sexual anxiety travel through my nerves.

I turned to look at her, as I did her eyes twinkled. “Don't be mad at me. "

I turned to look at her amused at her words, my laughter came out light and airy.

“Of course not, but why would I be? "

" Are you sure? "

I laughed at the forward question.

“Truthfully, Yes… I am not angry. " I muttered.

She let go of my wrist and I walked away from the room as fast as I could.

I found my way to the room and was careful not to slam the door.

The truth was I was furious, in my hands was the twig I took out of her hair of which she wasn't aware about.

"Oak." I muttered.

I turned the oak twig in my hands, the only place that had them was deep in the heart of the wood close to the apartment.

"What are you hiding, Glenn?" I muttered to myself.