Chapter 248 - Thank You

It was a beautiful day out. 

The sun rays were peeking through the curtains teasing the sleeping couple, perhaps the moon had gossiped about their naughty time together. 

As usual, Santiago woke up first and his gaze settled on the beautiful woman snoring in his arms. Her cheeks were pressed against his chest and her arms were wrapped around his waist as if she was worried that he might run away. 

How was it even possible? 

Heavens and earth united them and he would be damned if he let her go this time without a fight. It was fine that she hadn't given him an answer yet. She could take all the time and he was ready to wait for her. 

His lips stretched to form a smile as her chest moved up and down. He removed hair that was disturbing his view with his fingers and pecked her nose. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, without waking her up and messaged Valencia asking if Eleanora was fine. 

Only after he was replied with several of his daughter's pictures and videos where she was giggling did he relax. 

Persephone woke up two hours later and when she opened her eyes, she found Santiago staring at her. She murmured, "You creep. Stop staring at me."

"Really, Percy, you have some kind of enmity with romance?" Santiago asked her as he kissed her swollen lips. 

"How could I have enmity with romance?" Persephone mumbled. "Do you forget I write romance?"

"How can I forget?" Santiago scoffed. "You write romance but some creatures that don't even exist." 

"Santiago Vitello, I told you fantasy romance is a thing!" Persephone said, loudly. Her voice was hoarse and when she realized why it was hoarse she glared at him. "You know what? I will write on a villain who tormented his poor wife underneath him all night!"

"Did the poor wife not have a good time last night?" Santiago grinned at her and she rolled her eyes at him. "I can remember some poor wife screaming and begging for more."

Persephone flustered as she averted her gaze. He gripped her chin gently and made her look at him. She was beautiful when she was all flustered and red. He brought his mouth closer to her and murmured, "Don't avert your gaze from me, love. I can't bear you not looking at me."

"You are dangerous, Santiago," Persephone whispered as she met her gaze. She let the sheets fall from her body and moved up to embrace him...

Santiago embraced her in his arms. Her bareback touched his taut stomach and he circled arms around her stomach and placed a kiss on the nape of her neck. 

"Not more than you, baby," Santiago whispered back. 

"How am I dangerous?" Persephone questioned her gaze on the view outside the window. The curtains were drawn and the scene of the ocean outside was very beautiful. It was the kind of scene that only existed in fantasy books. But here her husband was the owner of one such fantastical view. 

"How are you not dangerous?" Santiago questioned back. "You can kill me with your words. No bullet was made to pierce through my skin but your words cut me deeper than any blade and bullet. You own my heart. You can rip my heart out of my chest and squeeze it out in your hands. No one has any power over me but you. Tell me, how are you not dangerous?" 

"I never knew that you were so good with your words, Santiago," Persephone said, smiling. She loved it when he spoke about his feelings. She didn't want a relationship where no one was assured enough to say their real feelings out. 

A real relationship needed communication as much as it needed love. Without communication, no love or relationship was successful. 

"I wasn't good with words," Santiago said. "But I have learned one thing now. If I want you, I have to be vocal about it. If I ever need anything, I will claim it without waiting for it to become mine. You give me the confidence to be vocal about my feelings. It seems I have come a long way." 

It wasn't wrong when he said that he had come a long way. When he came to this island more than one year ago with Persephone, he wasn't good with words. He had said and done many things that he didn't want to do. 

Now that he thought back to one year ago, he truly felt as if he had come a long way. 

His whole world has changed in a single year. 

But it had changed for the better. 

"We have come a long way, Santiago," Persephone said. "There are many things I don't remember and there are many other things I remember too well. I know you are waiting for an answer but I have no answer to give you right now. Can you wait for my answer?" 

It wasn't that she couldn't answer him now. She could but if she did, she wouldn't be able to clear her head. For once she needed to be sincere to herself and him. 

She wanted to ponder and think about what she wanted in her life. 

It was true that she loved him. But was love enough for both of them? 

"I will wait for your answer, Persephone," Santiago murmured with a smile as he put his chin on her neck and followed his eyes to see the same scene she was watching. 

"Thank you, Santiago, "Persephone smiled. 

"It should be me saying Santiago. Thank you for giving me a chance. Thank you for not declining immediately. Thank you for each and everything." 

He really was very thankful to her. 

"Did I mention you are dangerous?" Persephone said, turning to look at him with a smile. 

"I think you did," Santaigo smiled back and kissed her cheek. 

"You are very very dangerous…" Persephone whispered as she clutched her heart.