I kissed, or rather, crashed my lips against Shax's.
It was no different from a silly collision, as if I had tripped and bumped my face into a trash can. It was a reckless way to test whether he had lost his memory or was just pretending.
I knew for sure the arrogant Shax would never deign to my touch, let alone with his lips. Even if it were just for show, his body would instinctively reject it. He would push me away, slap me, or, at the very least, stare at me with his usual look of disgust. That was Shax Wulfric.
Yes, that was definitely how it would be...
"...."
I just needed to wait.
From the side, I heard Mrs. Barrack and the others gasp. Soon, they rushed out giggling, as if convinced that Shax and I needed "time alone" to enjoy our reunion. Oh my, if only they knew the truth.
Anyway, now there were no more spectators. It was about time for him to do something, but...
"..."
Something was wrong! Why wasn't anything happening?!
I opened my eyes slowly, realizing that this bastard was just there, even though my lips were still pressed against his. I blinked rapidly.
Wasn't this the man who had ordered his men to push me into the fish pond just because he couldn't stand hearing my voice? How could he not do anything now?
For now, I had to pull my lips away to assess the situation, but!
His lips pressed against mine, tighter and greedier. He crushed my upper and lower lips, as if he wanted to swallow me whole in his hot saliva.
"Umh—" My moan was cut off, swallowed by the pressure of thick, soft flesh, with a velvety texture that caressed my inside.
I pushed his body reflexively, but that only aroused the oppressive instinct I knew so well from him. His hands gripped the back of my head, making it impossible for me to escape, while his embrace locked all my movements.
His rough fingers slipped under my shirt, traced my skin, moving higher, closer to my mound. Damn, since when did he slip his hand there?!
This is bad, really bad!
My lower lip twitched, warm liquid flowing down there. My back arched when his fingers touched my peak. My breath caught, and somehow my arms wrapped around his neck, almost hanging on.
It wasn't because I enjoyed his touch. I swear!
It was just my body's natural reaction, which had no immunity to this kind of touch!
I had to push him harder this time!
I had to...
'Should I?'
Wouldn't it seem strange if I refused, when I was the one who started it? Besides, these kisses and touches alone weren't enough to prove anything. I needed a more reckless approach. A test that even this bastard wouldn't be able to continue if he were pretending.
My hand moved down from his neck, tracing his broad chest, continuing to slide until it stopped at the lower part of his body, which was clearly hard.
Yes. If I touched him here, even the calculating Shax would be unable to keep up his act. My hand moved roughly, caressing that hard, long part under his trousers.
And sure enough, he stopped immediately, as if he was taking aim before attacking.
I knew it! It's time for me to draw my weapon— huh?
His body suddenly collapsed, his breathing cut off, almost like someone who had forgotten how to breathe. He pinned me down with his heavy body, almost making me lose my breath too.
I shook his body. "Hey, hey! What happen? Hey!"
Even though he was getting thinner, that didn't necessarily make him smaller than me. He was still a giant to me, urgh!
As I tried to roll his body to the side, I felt his body was wet with cold sweat that had soaked through his clothes. Was it normal for someone to sweat this much in the middle of late winter?
With great effort, I managed to move him off my body. I wiped his face as his body was trembling. His eyes were half-open, his gaze almost unfocused. Even so, his lips smiled faintly, and he muttered, "I'm happy... to see my wife finally... again."
I froze. That strange smile made my whole body tense up.
Then his eyes closed.
I stared at him intently. I was still unsure about his claim of memory loss, but one thing was clear: he was really sick. Wasn't this a stroke of luck?
If I left him, he would probably die on his own. I wouldn't have to bother with him anymore. But if he died now, wouldn't I be the one under suspicion?
Dealing with regular humans is troublesome. If I wanted to get rid of him, I would have to do it in a quiet place, at the right time, and far from the noses and eyes of others.
A knock on the door interrupted my train of thought.
"Ms. Michelle?" Mrs. Barrack's voice sounded urgent. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "I know you miss each other, but can the reunion be postponed? Your son keeps whining, missing his father and mother."
Ah, right, Skai!
I gripped the bedsheet, held my breath, and channeled the actress in me to squeeze out tears.
"Help! He's not breathing!" I shouted hoarsely.
The door opened with a loud clang. The elderly couple immediately checked on Shax, checking his pulse and adjusting his sleeping position. Their faces were full of worry, like parents concerned about their son.
"He's still unstable. If he gets too excited, his heart will collapse," the old man explained, his voice sounding exhausted. "There's a scar on his chest, we don't know exactly what caused it. We can only guess that's what made him weak."
I glanced at the chest area pointed out by the old man, seeing the scar there. I was sure it was the result of my gunshot. But seeing that the wound was almost completely closed, despite the strange branching veins around it, reinforced my assumption that he had extraordinary healing abilities.
The wolfsbane-coated silver bullet that should have been lethal didn't end up being fatal to him. Lucky bastard.
After a while, Shax's condition stabilized again. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. When his gaze fell on me, his search seemed to be over. He smiled with relief.
"Did I pass out long?" His voice was soft as he asked the elderly couple. "Sorry for worrying you guys."
I got goosebumps. A bastard like Shax... apologizing? And in such a soft tone? I almost laughed out loud in disbelief.
Was this a sign of the end of the world?
Mrs. Barrack nudged me, teasing me. "Thank goodness he's safe. But you need to restrain yourself. Your husband is still sick."
The corners of my lips twitched, forming a thin smile. "I know, right?"
My husband.
Yes, he was my husband now. That's why I brought him home with me, to keep an eye on him.
After getting out of the old man's old Chevy truck, he asked my permission before entering my house, like a civilized person. Again, it gave me goosebumps. Everything he did, except for the part when he kissed me, was so unlike Shax. If he was pretending, he was a really methodical actor worth an award.
"Let's sit here while I clean the room," I explained, leading him to rest on my favorite worn-out sofa.
Since leaving the elderly couple's house, he hadn't taken his eyes off me. He watched my every move without trying to hide it. It was so annoying!
As I was about to leave him, his voice suddenly broke the silence.
"Actually, I don't believe you're my wife."
My hand automatically slid to my waist, touching the handle of the gun under my shirt.
'Is this the moment?' I thought, holding my breath.