Forty six

CHAPTER 46

SANTIAGO

Ever had that feeling that you've made the biggest mistake anyone could?

At this moment, that was exactly how I felt. Immediately my eyelids fluttered and opened into the still room. As soon as I listened to the faint heartbeats from her chest I was consumed by absolute regret.

To start, I tried remembering how I had gotten myself into this state—

All I could remember was being pissed at Glenn and the next minute we were kissing.

I groaned in annoyance, she was cuddled up against me and I could feel the warmth from her skin as it emitted through the room.

Martha tossed and turned,she did this with her arms snuggling me closer. All that filled my body was that heavy tension and the quiet rustle of fabric as she moved again filled the room.

As she did, the gesture bared more of her tan, smooth thighs, sending a wave of pulse through my body as I could feel my dick twitch.

"What did you do to yourself, Santi?" I ran my hands through my ruffled hair.

A feeling of anxiety pulled on my lips and I wiped it away with a palm. In my mind I ran through the moment — The moment I had roamed my hands beneath what she had under her dress.

My mind reflected on the mental image of the kisses and sex till it was burned into my fucking brain.

As my dark eyes, softly roamed through her skin, as I watched this woman that had submissively and dutifully fucked me it burnt an aura around me.

The atmosphere was still filled up with the bottled-up tension rolling off me. If it were possible to put away the awful feeling deep in my soul and keep the thought of the previous night and most definitely

the girl lying close to me, I most definitely would take such a chance.

I rolled away from the bed and sat right at the edge with my weight sinking into the mattress—

Looking out at the early rising sun, I felt my self-restraint that had been ripped apart being fixed, as it did it left in me a feeling of regret.

Every bit of hope I had about fixing things up with Glenn hung by a thread, walking toward the window I felt the need to clear my mind off this.

One more time I looked back at the bed, seeing Martha sleeping there again in my shirt sent a deep wave tightening in my stomach and flooded it with a feeling of anger.

Still underneath the anger and regret was still that lust, perhaps a part of me was starting to comply with the fact that Glenn was gone forever.

Before I was consumed completely by that same feeling, I walked to the dresser and got my running shoes out.

I pulled on the pair and slipped out of the door , careful not to make any noise.

Soon enough I was walking toward the car right at the edge of the car park. The plan was simple: I was going to drive closer to the edge of the wood at the outskirts of town for a run.

I sat there for a while with my head against the steering wheel for a minute, I turned on the ignition —If I had to sit in there for one more minute I might crack.

My mind was filled with different acrimonious feelings, enough that I could feel every bit of it burning in my throat and tasted taut upon lips.

I drove through the almost empty road, all that filled my mind was this maze that left me in this paraphrased mode.

At this point, I had to assure myself that

i wasn't pretending I was someone else.

Deep down, there was a feeling left in there for me to know what I really wanted.

Soon I was stopping at the edge of the wood right where I had thought to set out jogging.

As I got out of the car, I wiped my hands on my combos, pulling at the laces of my shoes before setting out.

A dark part of me got off on the idea that I was unsettled, and all this had to do with the fact that each move I made at that moment wasn't done without thinking deeply about her—Glenn.

It was funny how I couldn't help but to be aware of her even if I tried to keep the thought of her out of my head, or was probably why I had decided to run in the woods as in a way being there reminded me of the first moment we met.

My soul had gotten stuck right in the moment, as the greenish dark earth held memories of her.

I took a step out prepared, I spread my hands to feel the wind and how it felt on my face, I gritted my teeth at the impact of the entire memory being imprinted into me.

Pulling my hoodie over, I started off with light jogs down the flanks of the woods—Since I didn't quite know my way around these woods, I thought it would be better for me not to let myself go in too deep.

I plugged in my ear pods, as the music streamed into my ears my mind was filled with the memories of our love making. It to me that it would be more difficult dealing with her for the next few days since she was staying with me until the meeting was over.

I couldn’t stand the thought of all of this happening over and over again. The idea caused a chest ache and left in its aftermath a hollow that couldn't be filled.

Nevertheless, my mind was thrilled with the idea that I could make her do whatever I wanted.

For a minute I heard footsteps behind me, it had that hint that I was being followed.

I stopped for a while and looked behind my shoulders, seeing no one I shrugged. I couldn't help it but something about the early morning reminded me about that certain moment— The morning I met Glenn.