"Jake? Wake up love. Are you alright? Jake, you're scaring me" she ask, gently shaking him. She watched him worriedly. She hoped the powder worked and that John wouldn't remember what had transpired. She watched him start to come to. His eyes fluttered open and slowly begin to focus. She brushed his curling dark brown hair off his brow. She loved the way his hair curled. Even his whiskers were soft to her touch.
The first thing he was aware of was a pair of clear emerald eyes, bright and shining. As his senses began to function he took in the long, silky red hair that framed the beautiful feminine face, the reddish brows that accented her eyes, the full coral lips so close to his. While some instinct told him he should be alarmed, he felt somewhat calm, as if this girl's presence was a relief- like he was safe with her.
"Where am I?" he asked groggily. The confusion showed in his eyes. She wasn't surprised. All the stories she'd heard of him told he was quick to recover and that he thought fast on his feet. He sat up and looked around.
"Who are you?" his brow creased as his reasoning factors began to kick in, "Who am I?"
"You are Jake Windenhall, I am your wife, Gillian" she lied and waited to see what his reaction would be.
"I don't know you" he looked at her suspiciously. She was a beautiful lady but instinct told him that beauty couldn't be taken at face value.
"You are having an amnesia spell again. From what I was told, this has been a common problem since you were hurt in combat while you were a marine. The doctors have said that it would happen with major changes. This is the second time since we've been married." She informed him.
"How long have we been married?" he asked, not truly believing this girl was his wife. He didn't know how old he was but she seemed way too young for him. What was he anyway, a cradle robber?
"We've been together three months and married for the last three weeks."
He watched her closely. Her worry seemed genuine. His senses told him that something was amiss but she seemed on the up and up. He decided that it would be best to wait and see what was wrong.
"Where are we? This looks like a motel room? Where?" he looked around the small dingy room. It felt like comfortable, like normal.