SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW

"Sasha! I'm telling you, he's the answer to your prayers-"

"What prayers? I wasn't exactly wishing for a husband to magically appear-ouch!" I shot Andeng a glare, rubbing the spot on my head where she'd just flicked me.

"Why are you yelling? I'm standing right next to you!" she retorted, frowning.

I sighed, resisting the urge to scream again. My heart was still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I hadn't been able to move a muscle until Andeng and Junior arrived. I'd even been shocked to see Junior in just his boxers, clearly interrupting some husband-and-wife bonding time.

Who wouldn't be rattled after letting out a scream that could rival a slaughterhouse?

Because, seriously! Who wouldn't be terrified when a bloody, yet undeniably gorgeous, man suddenly collapses in your living room?

"Who do you think he is, Sasha? Junior's taking forever. We need to clean his face to see if he's really as hot as he looks." We'd sent Junior to fetch water from the well nearby since my water drum was empty.

I groaned. "How would I know, Andeng? He just barged in and then demanded to know who I was. Maybe he's escaped from the loony bin?" My voice still trembled with lingering fear and confusion. I was struggling to process everything.

"I'm back, honey!" Andeng and I both turned toward my doorway, or rather, the gaping hole where the door used to be. Junior strolled in, carrying two buckets of water.

"You took your sweet time!" Andeng complained, playfully punching him in the side before standing up.

I couldn't help but smile at their antics. But the smile quickly faded as I remembered the unconscious man lying in front of me.

"Start cleaning him up, Sasha. Do you have any extra-large clothes lying around? Junior can lend your... future husband something to wear."

My face scrunched up at Andeng's words. I wasn't sure what bothered me more: the thought of cleaning this stranger's body or her calling him my future husband. I stared at her, my expression twisted in disbelief.

Andeng put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow. "Well? I can't exactly clean him up myself when I have a gorgeous husband who would get jealous."

"As if! You have a husband who gives you a taste of paradise every night. Why would you even want to touch another man?" Junior's voice dripped with mock outrage as he stomped outside.

His wife burst out laughing. "Oh, fine. You clean him up and figure out where his injuries are. Use that first-aid kit, and be careful. He might be a cobra ready to strike." She winked suggestively. "Good luck, Sasha. I need to go and comfort my super-hot husband!" She giggled as she headed out the door. "Try not to fall in love, okay?"

I sat there, stunned, staring into space, my eyes wide. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.

"Oh, Lord, why is this happening to me?" I muttered, desperately trying to maintain my sanity.

After a few moments, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I glanced at the bloody man in front of me, trying to muster the courage to move.

"Come on, Sasha. It's your fault if he dies because you're being such a drama queen." I whispered, trying to scare myself into action.

My eyes widened. "It'll be more expensive and more of a hassle if he dies! I'd have to find a place to bury him and pay for a mass. Ugh!"

I couldn't help but slap myself lightly on the cheeks. "Get moving, Sasha Rosario! You're just cleaning his body."

I took another deep breath, grabbing my old, cracked basin. I poured the water Junior had fetched into it, grateful that I'd boiled some water earlier, so it was lukewarm.

My hands trembled as I unbuttoned his blood-soaked white long-sleeved shirt. My jaw dropped at the sight revealed underneath.

"H-Heavens..." Why was my voice so weak? I couldn't tear my eyes away from the hard, sculpted abs of this man! There were plenty of shirtless fish porters outside - but this was different!

Reality crashed back when I felt something trickle down my leg. My eyes widened as I looked down.

"Oh my god, what am I doing?" I nearly slapped myself again. I'd been drooling over this man's abs!

Seriously, Lord! Please, I'm a good person. It's not my fault that this guy has an otherworldly body.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took another breath. I calmed myself as my hands began to tremble again. If I was shaking earlier because of fear, now it was because of sheer... excitement. I could feel my face burning as I wrung out a white cloth to wipe his body down.

I couldn't help but swallow hard as the cloth made contact with his skin, trying to hold my breath.

Fresh wounds and older scars became visible as I wiped away the blood. I bit my lip, examining his upper body.

I was momentarily lost in happy thoughts. Why was I experiencing this delicious moment? Was I going to die tomorrow, so God was giving me a little preview of paradise?

I shook my head, snapping myself back to reality. I treated the fresh wounds, mostly around his stomach and chest. They were deep, but I didn't think they needed stitches, so my basic first-aid skills should be enough.

Finally! My first-aid training was actually coming in handy. I was going to save someone's life.

Next, I moved to his face. I could have slapped myself for focusing on his body first. Why hadn't I cleaned his face, which was covered in blood?

Like before, I held my breath as I gently wiped his face. My hands trembled slightly less this time, but I was still struggling.

I gasped when I saw a large scar over his left eye, stretching down to the middle of his cheek. It looked fresh and swollen, so I quickly treated it.

As I tended to his injuries, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him and how he ended up here. Judging by his features, he wasn't Filipino. He was paler and had smoother skin than anyone I knew. I couldn't help but envy his high, sculpted nose, perfect for pinching. And his long eyelashes, which I could admire now that he was unconscious. He had thick, well-defined eyebrows.

He was incredibly handsome, even with his eyes closed. My earlier fear had blinded me to his beauty.

I couldn't help but gaze at his face. I'd never seen anyone so attractive.

Was he a gift from the heavens? Maybe God had sent him to me. Or perhaps he was an angel who'd fought demons and fallen to earth.

My mind raced with possibilities, but I knew the answers would only come when he woke up.

"Sashaaa! I brought the clothes-holy crap?!"

I jumped, startled by Andeng's sudden, loud shout. I dropped the cloth I was holding, staring at her, my eyes wide.

"W-What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She covered her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared at the man lying next to me.

"H-Holy hell?! Your husband is hot, Sasha!!!" she shrieked, making me cover my ears.

She flitted over to me like a hummingbird on speed. "Girl, his abs look delicious. How was your first touch? Are they hard as a rock?" She asked playfully, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Is your brain broken, Andeng? I don't have a husband-"

"Just now, when you helped him?"

I glared at her. "Stop being so imaginative. He might strangle me when he wakes up."

"Why would he strangle you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. He has a lot of scars. Maybe he's a murderer who'll suddenly lose it when he sees me."

The woman burst into laughter. "Oh, Sasha. You're too much of an overthinker. What if he's just athletic? Maybe that's why he's so sculpted." She poked me in the forehead. "And besides, there's a chance that he has amnesia. If the waves dragged him here, he probably hit his head on the rocks."

I winced at her ridiculous ideas. "You've been reading too many of those books, Andeng. That kind of thing only happens in movies."

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "What if I have the gift of prophecy?" She grinned. "What if he wakes up with no memory, Sasha?"

I paused, considering her words. I shook my head, dismissing the thought.

"Stop it, Andeng. Go back to your husband. He's probably pouting by now."

"As if! You just want to be alone with Mr. Hottie." She teased, making me roll my eyes.

"Oh, and don't forget to clean his whole body, okay?"

I frowned, so she raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Everything, Sasha. The whole body! Who knows what you might find in his briefs? There might be a fish hiding in there, right?"

My mouth fell open, unable to believe what she'd just said. She simply laughed before skipping out the door, calling out a goodbye.

My face burned at her words, and my gaze drifted to the lower half of the man's body.

I looked up, squeezing my eyes shut. "Lord, please, I don't need another black mark on my record."

There was a bulge right in the middle of his trousers. A big bulge. I wasn't born yesterday. I knew what that was.

I felt like an idiot, kneeling over him with my eyes closed. Why was I kneeling over this man in the first place?

My face flushed as I realized our position.

"Idiot! You're such an idiot, Sasha. What are you doing?" I muttered, unable to believe my own thoughts.

I calmed myself, deciding to take action. I half-opened my eyes, cautiously reaching for the zipper of his trousers. I felt like a pervert peeking through a window, only seeing half the picture. I even found myself pouting, my hands trembling as I did this.

Oh, Lord. What I'm doing isn't a sin, right? I'm just trying to help.

After a moment, I fully opened my eyes, realizing I was making things harder than they needed to be.

I resolutely tugged down his trousers, which were also stained with blood and torn. It was difficult since he was lying down, and his legs were heavy.

When I finally managed to pull them off, my gaze landed on his remaining garment. I swallowed hard, seeing how prominent his... package was.

D-Do I really need to undress him further? Even that?

I bit my lip, hesitating as I looked at his briefs. I was about to decide against it when I noticed the blood seeping through the fabric.

My eyes widened, and I found myself hovering over him again. Without another thought, I pulled down his briefs. My jaw dropped as a large, thick snake stood proudly before me.

"Merciful heavens!" I gasped, staring at his manhood, which was standing erect in front of me.

"S-So big." Wow, this was the first time I'd ever seen a man's... thing -and it was this big?!

I was still kneeling over him, completely mesmerized, forgetting why I'd even taken off his briefs.

That's when everything went crazy.

He suddenly surged up, grabbing my waist with both hands.

My heart stopped as our eyes met. His gray eyes, intense and captivating, stared straight into mine.

I only regained my senses when I felt something hard pressing against my core.

"W-What-are you awake?!" The blood drained from my face.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. His gaze seemed to threaten me, so I panicked and gave the stupidest answer possible.

"M-Me? I-I'm your wife." I stuttered.

SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW

Idiot! You're such an idiot, Sasha. Did you really think he would believe that? I wanted the earth to swallow me whole, especially since he didn't say anything, just kept staring at me.

Then, to my utter shock, he smiled, and then kissed me. It was just a peck, so I couldn't react until he spoke, grinning at me.

"Is that so? Then, will you please calm me down here... wife?"

Holy mother of God! Sasha, what have you gotten yourself into now?

What have I gotten myself into?

I held my breath where we stood locked together, heart hammering so hard against my ribs I could feel its shape pressing through my blouse. My hands were planted on his shoulders, fingers curled tight enough I knew they'd leave half-moons in his skin. Heat climbed my cheeks-shame knotted with hunger as his gray eyes held mine fast.

He tilted his head, gaze never breaking. "Hmm? Aren't you going to help me?"

My mouth parted and closed again, no sound rising from my throat. I snapped it shut at last and dragged air into my lungs.

Good heavens above. What am I supposed to do? Why did I tell him I was his wife? What on earth was I thinking?

I wanted to pull at my hair. This man made no sense-he acted as if memory had slipped clean away, yet moved with the ease of someone playing a game he knew by heart. If I'd woken with no past at all, the first thing I'd ask was how I'd landed here.

Instead this stranger-his name still a mystery to me-was asking me to soothe the hard, throbbing length pressing against my belly.

Tears pricked my eyelids. I had no idea what to do.

His hand slid over my hip, warm skin on mine, and I jumped. We still had not looked away, still had not spoken another word until he pushed his lips forward in a soft pout and drew me close, arms wrapping around my waist.

"Please. Help me, wife. I'll ask about what happened later-it hurts everywhere, but nothing hurts as much as the snake between my legs."

My eyes went wide. He meant every word. "I-I-shouldn't we treat your wounds first? We can deal with... that later-"

"I don't want to." He pushed his lower lip out further, looking almost boyish. "Are you really my wife? I can't remember anything, but something tells me I can trust you. Please? It just needs to be calmed down-it won't bite."

My brain felt like molten rock shifting under my skull.

Lord, what do people do in situations like this?

I stared at him, my life flashing in quick slices behind my eyes. I'd always believed lying led only to trouble, that honesty was the only solid ground underfoot. Now I was tangled in the net I'd woven myself.

I forced a smile, already knowing I was about to make another mistake. Here we go again-I don't even know what he expects me to do. This is the first time I've ever seen a man's... well. How am I supposed to calm it down?

I bit my lower lip, thoughts racing even as my hands stayed fixed to his shoulders.

"O-Okay, but wait a second." I giggled softly and eased his arms from me to stand up, then nearly covered my eyes before remembering he was bare from head to toe.

"Where are you going?" he asked, and the urge to scream rose in my throat.

Why does his voice have to sound like that? Deep and rough and warm enough to make my panties damp. How am I supposed to walk away when he looks like that?

My thoughts might run wild, but I'm innocent when it comes to things like this. And besides-I don't want to get pregnant.

Color drained from my face as a picture flickered through my head: me on a narrow bed, screaming as my body strained to push out a child.

"No way!" I blurted, shaking my head so fast my hair whipped around my cheeks. "Who wants to be pregnant? I'm already poor-adding a baby is the last thing I need. I'd rather enjoy being alone while I still can-"

"Are you a kidnapper, miss?"

"YES-what?!" My eyes shot back to his face, finding his brow drawn tight with confusion.

Is this man mad? Wait-how does he speak English and Tagalog so well? Could he be a spy sent by another country to invade the Philippines?

I pointed a finger at him. "You! You're a spy from abroad, aren't you? Are you here to attack us? Let me tell you-there's nothing to steal here. The government already took all our money." My voice came out flat, like I was reading from a schoolbook.

He could be faking amnesia to trick me into helping him. Even if I've dreamed of a foreign husband, I'm loyal to the Philippines.

His brow wrinkled deeper, and I scratched at my head in frustration.

What is wrong with me, Sasha? You've always talked too much, but at least you made sense before. Now you're spouting nonsense.

"I'm not a spy. You said I'm your husband-are you denying me now?" He sounded almost hurt.

My jaw dropped. I couldn't follow how his mind leaped from one thing to the next.

I turned my back on him, muttering under my breath. "This man has a screw loose." I bit my lip, fighting the urge to kick the wall beside me.

Should I take back what I said? I'm such an idiot-why did I tell him I was his wife? Everything has only grown more tangled.

I sighed heavily and faced him again. "I take it back-I'm not your wife. I'm your auntie."

That will work. Just call me Auntie.

His eyes widened in surprise. I bit at my thumb, keeping my gaze on the floorboards under our feet.

Should I explain more? Yes, better make it convincing.

"You see... I'm your auntie, and you've been staying with me because I live alone. You said you were going fishing the other day but didn't come back yesterday. I found you on the beach this morning-you must've hit your head, that's why you can't remember anything." I gasped for air, having talked so fast my chest burned.

Perfect! That sounds totally believable. Go me.

I flinched as he stood up, moving like his wounds were nothing more than scratches.

My eyes widened further as they drifted down to his stiff length.

"Eek! C-Could you cover that... thing up?!" I stammered, holding my hands up as if to shield my eyes-though I couldn't help peeking through my fingers.

I'm just curious. How does it get so big? Good grief-it's almost as thick as my arm.

"Liar," he said firmly, pulling my attention back to his face.

"W-What liar? I'm not lying!" I protested at once.

His forehead was still creased, and I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes-he stood a full head taller than me.

"Then why did you undress me? If you're my auntie, why are you staring at me like that?"

I slapped a hand to my forehead. What kind of answers am I giving? He's making me feel like I'm on trial. Should I just knock him out so he'll go back to sleep?

My head throbbed with every word he spoke. He seemed completely unhinged-more irrational than I was.

"I was going to clean your wounds," I said flatly, letting out another long sigh.

Such is life.

"Then treat me, Auntie."

My ears perked up at that. Wait-he believes me?

I beamed so wide my cheeks ached, like I'd just won the lottery. Finally! We can stop with all this headache-inducing talk.

"Okay, wait-I'll get the first aid kit." I spoke with real cheer, humming as I walked past him and fetched the box from the corner. I set it on the floor, then dragged over my only plastic chair-it wobbled and leaned to one side, but it would have to serve.

"Sit down-uh, what was your name again?" Oh right, he can't remember.

"I don't know. You're my auntie-don't you know?"

I slapped my forehead once more. You're so stupid, Sasha. He has amnesia-of course he can't remember his name.

"U-Um... An... Angelo!" I smiled bright as the sun. Way to go-you're practically an actress now.

"Your name is Angelo."

It fits! He's an angel who fell from heaven and landed in my lap-thank you, God.

"Okay..."

"What? Do you not like it? It's a beautiful name. Famous too-I see it on tombstones all the time when I walk through the cemetery."

His expression darkened, and he looked like he could scarcely believe what he was hearing. I might have imagined it, but he seemed truly annoyed.

Then he smiled, his gaze softening as he looked down at me like a faithful dog.

"Treat me now, Auntie."

"Just sit down already," I ordered-but he only kept staring.

"I don't want to. You sit down."

What? Did his parents not teach him any respect? Ordering his auntie around like this?

I leaned into my role, lifting one eyebrow and settling into the chair with an overdone scowl.

But the moment my body hit the plastic seat, reality settled heavy in my chest.

Why am I the one sitting? I'm not the patient. How am I supposed to treat him if he's standing?

I opened my mouth to say as much, but it was too late-his warm length pressed against my lips.

My eyes flew open as he cupped the back of my head and drew me closer, holding me steady. I could feel every line and curve of him against my face, and my breath caught sharp in my throat.

"H-Hey? Did you plan this? You're playing me for a fool, aren't you?!"

"Stop pretending," he murmured, voice low and rough as stone. "I know you're my wife."

"Blyad', ne mogu skryt', kak ya napryagsya." he added quietly, his accent thick as honey.

What the hell is he saying?! What language is that?!

My heart pounded so hard I thought it would split my chest open. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm-I could not move an inch.

"Please... suck me, wife."

Angels in heaven, Jesus Christ, and God above-I don't know where I stepped off the path. I only wanted to be good. I entrust my life to you now. I don't understand how things have come this far. Please guide me away from temptation, protect me from this man-because Lord...

I might not be strong enough to resist. My panties are already soaked through.

Amen.

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Please read at your own risk.

SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW

"W-What do you mean s-suck you?!" Heat floods my cheeks until they burn like coals. "I-I don't know how to do that! I'm a good woman-innocent, pure." My voice quivers as I press my palms to his chest and push, but he's solid as stone; not even a hair's breadth of movement.

"Hmm? You mean you've never tried to soothe someone's hard cock before?" He asks, and disappointment softens the edge of his words.

I swallow hard enough to feel it in my throat. Of course not! How could I have-we don't even know each other's names!

Good God, Sasha. Why are you such a fool? Look at the mess you've tangled yourself in now.

I nod slowly, lips pressed tight while his thick length rests against my cheek. It stretches past my jaw-longer than my palm is wide. Sweet heaven, can something this substantial really exist? It feels like it could split me open.

"You're not my real aunt then-you just proved it yourself. So you really are my wife..." My eyes widen until the lids ache.

How did he even reach that conclusion? Son of a-was this man a lawyer before he lost his memory? He's sharp as a blade! Oh my God-what if his mind clears and he has me arrested for keeping him here? All because I didn't hand him over or tell anyone he was staying with me.

Not that I could manage either-there are no boats leaving the island until next week, and I don't own a phone to call for help anyway.

"O-Okay! Fine! Just... step back from me first." I gasp for breath, but the fool only presses my face closer to his flesh-thick as my forearm now. How much longer could it be? Whoever belongs to this man will have their hands full.

"G-Get back!" I shout, but the man I call Angelo stands firm as a mountain.

"Promise me then. Your poor husband needs you-don't you think?"

I bite my lower lip until it stings. Ugh! Don't say things like that-my panties are slick and sliding down my hips. He's exactly what I've always dreamed of: tall, gorgeous, every inch perfect.

Could he actually be the one for me? But I don't know how to do this! How do you even touch something so intimidating?

"S-Sure, I promise! I'll do it-just let me go because..." because my underwear is about to pool at my feet.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he releases the back of my head, and I draw a shaky breath that fills my lungs like cool water.

I stand up nervously, meeting his gaze. "Can we hit pause? I need to talk to myself for a minute." I force a smile that feels tight on my face.

Please say yes-if you don't, you'll be cursed with bad luck forever!

Thankfully, Angelo must want to avoid that fate because he smirks and nods. "Sure. Take your time."

Aughhh! His English is so clean it makes my head spin. Even with amnesia, he's sharp as a tack-his wits clearly intact despite the blank spots in his memory.

Joy lifts my heart so high I feel light on my feet. I bolt out of my cottage-no front door to slow me down-and run full speed to Andeng and Junior's place. Please let them be awake.

"Andeng?!" I call out, pounding on their door with my fist. No response.

"Andenggg! Cut the lovemaking short and give me some advice!" I hiss through the wood, knocking harder until my knuckles throb.

I pray to every saint I know, and they must be listening-after a moment, the door swings open to reveal Andeng, her hair wild and her face flushed pink like she was pulled straight from bed.

"What's wrong, Sasha? It's the middle of the night." She raises an eyebrow, but concern softens her features.

"Andeng-help me!" I whisper, terrified and trembling. My voice threatens to crack with every word.

Her brow furrows. "What? Did you lose your virginity already? You look scared out of your mind." She teases, but her eyes are serious.

"Almost! For the love of God! My panties are about to drop right off me." I bite my thumb until I taste copper, so on edge I can barely stand still.

Andeng stares at me, wide-eyed. "What?! You've only known Handsome for less than a day and you're this close? Is he... big?" She sounds fascinated, leaning forward slightly.

I swallow hard, bite my lip, then nod. Her eyes go wider still, and she slaps my arm in excitement.

"No way?" She covers her mouth with her hand. "Really? Did you taste it? Did it reach here?" She points to her throat. "Was it that big? Did you choke?" Questions pour out of her one after another.

I shake my head frantically, panic tightening my chest.

"Then what's the problem?" She asks, confused.

"I-I don't know how to do it." I say, scratching my head until my scalp tingles with mortification.

It looks so big-like it could swallow me whole! What if I choke to death? Thick and long and terrifying in its size.

Andeng bursts out laughing. I don't know if it's at my words or my face, but all the blood seems to drain from my body just thinking about what I'm supposed to do.

She pats my shoulder, still chuckling. "Don't worry-I've got you covered." She points to herself with pride. "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm an expert."

I grimace. Of course she is-I hear her and Junior going at it every single night through the thin walls between our cottages.

I nod through my own nervous laughter. "Okay, okay-start explaining."

She raises one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "First, you need to touch it-" she grabs my arm "-then move your hand up and down like this!" She demonstrates on my forearm, her palm gliding smooth and steady.

I frown, scratching my head. I can't believe it's that simple.

"Is that all?" I ask right away.

She nods. "You don't even have to put it in your mouth! Just that will calm him right down." She gives me a thumbs-up.

I slap my forehead. It's that easy?! Why didn't I think of this earlier? I could have saved myself hours of stress.

"Okay, thanks!" I say quickly, then turn and take off running back to my place.

"Go! Go! Go, Sasha!" She cheers behind me, her voice carrying in the quiet night air.

When I reach my cottage, I freeze at the threshold. Our eyes meet-and he's still standing exactly where I left him, his length proud and hard against his stomach.

I bite my lower lip as I walk toward him. He says nothing, and the silence settles heavy as rain on my shoulders.

You can do this, Sasha! Just touch it-don't put it in your mouth or you'll die. It's way too big!

I grimace at my own thoughts. Who would have thought I'd be doing this? I never even planned to get married! What happened to all that talk about staying single forever?

Like before, I settle into the chair. He stays standing, his gaze tracking every small movement I make. My cheeks burn like fire against the cool air.

Without a word, I reach out and wrap both hands around him.

Sweet heaven! Why is he so big? One hand isn't enough-I really do need both to hold him properly.

I swallow hard, shaking my head to clear the thought. This day has been absolutely insane from start to finish.

But I'm just being a good person, right? He asked for help, so I'm helping him.

I nod to myself. Yes, yes-definitely earning myself a spot in heaven! Hehe.

I adjust my grip and do exactly as Andeng taught me-moving my palms up and down his length, slow and steady at first.

He's hard as river stone, but the tip is soft and warm against my skin! G-God! It's actually kind of intimidating.

"Augh..." He groans, low and deep in his chest, and a jolt of heat shoots through me so sharp I nearly jump. His voice is rough and perfect-and even sitting down, my knees threaten to give out beneath me.

I speed up my movements, squeezing just a little tighter. My hands start to ache, but I'm actually having fun-I don't know why, but I love the way his breathing hitches when I brush my thumbs over the sensitive tip.

I smile as I keep going, matching my rhythm to his breaths and the sounds he makes deep in his throat.

Is this really supposed to feel this good? It's like milking a carabao or something.

I shake my head again to banish the silly thought. Come on, Sasha! Focus! Focus! Focus!

I keep up the pace until suddenly, my eyes go wide-I can feel him growing even harder, pulsing fast and strong in my hands like a heartbeat!

Oh no?!

"A-Agh... more..." He gasps, and I work even faster-faster than when I hang fish to dry in the hot afternoon sun!

A moment later, something hot and thick spurts from him.

I'm so shocked I can't speak, watching as it splatters all over my face and neck.

What is this?!

Warm, sticky drops cover my cheeks and lips-I can feel every single one sliding slow and thick down my skin.

I look up slowly at Angelo. He's staring down at me, his gray eyes glinting like polished stone before a smirk spreads across his face.

"M-Much better." He says-and then I hear a loud thud against the dirt floor.

"Eh?" Is all I can manage as he disappears from my line of sight. I think for a second he's vanished into thin air, but when I look down, I grimace.

"H-Holy shit?!" I shout, staring at him sprawled on the floor.

The idiot fainted! He lies on his back in the dirt, and I can see blood seeping dark and slow from his chest wound.

My face drains of color until I feel pale as paper. "Dammit!" I rush over to him, slapping his cheeks lightly with my palm. When he doesn't wake, I press my ear to his mouth and nose to check for breath.

I let out a huge sigh of relief when I feel his warm breath ghost over my skin. I clutch my chest, taking deep breaths to steady the wild beating of my heart.

"For the love of God! I thought he was dead." I clasp my hands together, looking up at the ceiling. "Lord, I'm definitely getting into heaven now-I helped him so much!" I giggle despite myself.

I grab the first aid kit from where I left it and clean up his reopened wound. His blood pressure must have spiked from all the excitement.

I'm so good at this! He fainted-does that mean I'm irresistible?! Hehe!

Next, I slide my hands under his armpits and drag him back to my shared mat. We should fit-barely.

My eyes go wide at how heavy he is. "Hah!" I pant, wheezing and holding my chest as I pull. He's like dragging a full sack of rice across the floor!

But I have no choice-so I keep pulling, taking nearly ten minutes to get him settled on the mat.

I scratch my head, looking at his naked body, then wipe my face with the back of my hands.

This is why I didn't want to get married-wait a second?!

My brow furrows as realization settles deep in my chest.

I keep calling him my husband-but he's not actually mine. I press my hands to my cheeks, feeling the heat still lingering there.

"Huh?!" I look at him, giggling softly. "But no, no-it's not possible."

I calm myself down, then go to the door, pick up the broken piece of wood, and prop it against the frame as a makeshift barrier. I grab another blanket and drape it over his bare body, tucking it around his shoulders.

"Hehehe." I lie down next to him, but keep a careful distance between us-just in case his memory comes back overnight and he strangles me in his sleep.

That would be so unfair! I do a good deed and end up dead?! No way, no way!

I close my eyes, pulling my own blanket up to my chin.

Lord, please let me wake up alive tomorrow.