What the heart never forgets (On hold )

Chapter 19 - What the heart never forgets

Chapter 19

                 Sasha’s POV

I woke up in my room and my head is pounding from all the crying I did last night. Had a slight feeling I talked to Peter sometime during the night, but I brush it off because it was probably me dreaming a weird dream again. It was an understatement that I felt like shit. I tried to think at the positive factor that it is Sunday and I don’t have to face anybody today. Peter would be sleeping half the day and hopefully by that time he gets up I would be able to pretend that yesterday didn’t happen.

I slowly make my way to the kitchen and on the way I pass the living room, I notice a figure laying on the coach and assume it’s Peter. He has a tendency to end up on the coach if he has been drinking too much. Seems like making his way into his bed is too much work for him.

I make myself a cup of tea, but as a gesture to Peter I fill-up a glass of water to him and find two painkillers for the headache I know he’ll wake up to later. I take the glass with water and the painkillers in my hands and tiptoes toward the couch so I can place it on the table next to him. The figure move and I freeze in my path, as his face gets visible to me.

“You!” I scream as the glass and the pills slips from my fingers. He jolts awake from my scream as the glass is hitting the floor and turn into a million pieces with a loud smash.

“How did you get in here?” I shout at him, I feel the tears are threatening to resurface. I had hoped I would never have to see him again in my lifetime and here he was laying comfortable in the couch.

“Susanne!” he states with wonder as he sits up in the coach.

I feel the anger boiling inside me and I have to restrain myself from launching myself at him. I really want to hurt him.

“My name is Sasha, and how the hell did you get in here?” I shriek at him.

He just looks at me as he captures my eyes with his I don’t know what I feel anymore, as I get lost in his gaze. Suddenly he’s close up, I’ve haven’t notice him moving at all, since all I was focusing on was his spellbinding eyes locked with mine.

“You’re not running away from me anymore as your husband I demand you to talk to me!” He states in a low and threatening voice.

“What? You’re not my husband! I don’t even know you!” I shout at him as my anger resurfaces. Suddenly he grabs me and kisses me with passion and demand.  I loose myself in the kiss as I feel him claiming me and my body hums with delight. Tears start to role down my cheeks and I don’t know what to believe any more, I cling to him, like he’s my anchor, as the kiss grows more urgent. When we stop for air, I look at him in disbelieve.

“Who are you?” I ask him in a whisper. He dries my tears away with his tombs.

“You don’t remember? That’s why you’re wearing this around your neck and not on your finger?” he murmurs back and pulls out my necklace that he’s wearing from under his shirt. He takes the ring of the chain and slips it on my ring finger. I look at him in bewilderment.

“You are Susanne Thana Bashir and you’re my wife,” he says and kisses my left hand and then captures my lips with his again. It feels heavenly having his lips on mine.

“What’s going on here, what’s all the noise about?” Peter interrupts by entering the living room.

“Shit, why is it broken glass all over the floor! Wow, stop a minute, were you guys kissing???” He asks in shock and stops to stare at us.

“I don’t know what’s going on, and why did you let him in here?” I cry at Peter.

“What do you mean? He’s my friend and he needed a place to crash last night!” Peter answers me with a frown.