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If only she knew it was my fault this had happened. I didn’t have the heart to correct her, so I smiled and waited for her to leave the room. I thought the guilt would fade when she left, but apparently, I wasn’t allowed that kind of satisfaction. I deserved that for being selfish and manipulative.
Like my mother.
I bowed my head and held Andres’s hand. “Back in the hotel, I kept thinking about how things were going to end between us eventually. I thought I was just playing a part with you.”
A chill ran up my spine. I checked Andres for any sign of movement, reaction, consciousness. None could be found. Other than the rhythmicbeepof the heart monitor, he didn’t seem to be here.
I traced his fingers one by one. “I wanted to leave you before you left me. So I just…withdrew. I shouldn’t have done that. It was such a mistake.”
Andres had rough hands for an architect. Back when we first met, I thought his hands would be super soft. But he had callouses on his palms like he had done some labor at some point. I guessed that architecture involved doing a bit of carpentry. Though I had never seen him lift a hammer, I didn’t deny the possibility of him knowing how to fix things.
I chuckled. “I spoke to my mother this morning. I really gave her a piece of my mind. You know if you hadn’t acted like my secretary, I don’t think she would have ever stopped harassing me.”
At the time, I was terrified of what my mother would do. But hindsight had me laughing now. Since she hadn’t mentioned it, I hadn’t brought it up. And maybe she was laughing about it too.
Why would I ever get a secretary? “You did it without asking. You did it like you knew exactly how to take care of me. No one has ever done that.”
A couple of birds flew past the window. I stared out into the walkway beyond, wondering what was happening at the gym right now.
“I bet Izdor is mad about the beam,” I joked. “Not mad at you for wandering up there, but mad that he couldn’t save the day. He seems like the hero type.”
Andres’s cheek vibrated.
I wondered why.
“Does it bother you to hear me talk about Izdor?”
A vein in his neck throbbed briefly. And then I got the worst kind of mischievous feeling like I knew a dirty secret that nobody else knew.
“Izdor said my ass looks nice today.”
The monitor popped off with rapid beeps as Andres took a gasping breath. His eyes didn’t open, but he sure did look like he was paying attention. Who knew one day his jealousy would pay off?
I scooted closer to him, leaning my elbows on the edge of the bed so I could rest my head on his chest. His heartbeat sounded so much better up close. “Don’t worry, Andres. He didn’t actually say that. I was just testing a theory.”
Steady beats resumed and his chest stopped heaving.
I closed my eyes. “I should have never left your house.” I huffed slightly. “I mean,ourhouse. I guess it’s our house. You wanted to share it with me, and I just threw it right back at you.”
If this were any other situation, his silence would have bothered me. But it was soothing to know he could hear my voice. It was comforting to realize he could understand what I was saying.
“I swear, I’ll never try to make you jealous again. I promise.” I nuzzled into his chest, enjoying the warmth coming off him. “That was the most immature thing I’ve ever done besides the time Bella and I fought over a cute boy.”
Details weren’t important, and hopefully Andres would never ask about it. I was just gabbing at this point to keep my voice inside his brain. If I could wake him up, then Etta could do much more magic to help him, and his body could heal naturally.
I just needed him to wake up. “I’ll make you a deal. If you wake up, then I’ll actually marry you. No buts about it.”
I held my breath for a second. Some part of me expected him to shoot up from the bed like the monster of Frankenstein when he was reanimated. It would have scared me. I probably would have squealed, but then I would have thrown my arms around Andres and swore my love to him.
But why did I need to wait to tell him? Hadn’t I waited long enough?
I gulped as I sat up slowly, waiting for him to say something. Nothing happened.
That meant this was my only chance. “Andres, I need to tell you about I feel. I’m sorry I haven’t said anything, but I was just scared. No guy has ever been so nice to me.”
I played with the sheets on the bed. I squirmed in my seat. I did everything I could to contain the anxiety, but it was just too much.
I looked away. “I love you, Andres. I’ve known that for a while. I played myself and I played you by not admitting it. Maybe you wouldn’t be hurt right now if I had. Maybe you wouldn’t be in a coma and maybe…”
