I
just nod my head as he walks me back to the closet. He opens drawers looking
for something, when he holds up a night gown. A sexy night gown, I raise my
eyebrows at him, challenging him. He clears his throat. I take my shirt off and
drop it next to me, and then he stops breathing. Wincing when I try to unbutton
my pants, I switch to my left hand, but I’m having a hard time. I let out a
frustrated growl as my hands are swept away. I’m biting my lip as Angel’s shaky
fingers work to undo the button and lower the zipper. His breathing has become
rapid, mine has stopped. As he places his hands on my hips, hooking his thumbs
inside the waist band of my jeans, I get a shock which makes me release the
breath I was holding.
He’s
so close to me that I can feel his breath on my stomach. My body is trembling
with need as he slowly slides my pants down. I hold on to his shoulders as I
lift one foot up then the other. As he stands up he runs his hands up my legs,
my sides, until they rest on my hips. He’s flexing his hands, digging into me,
sending sparks coursing through my body. Then he backs away to grab the
nightgown and pulls it over my head.
The
boundary line is starting to blur and I can’t let it. I turn away from him and
walk to the bed. I get in and cover myself up then I hear the door to the room
click shut. I know I shouldn’t care that he didn’t say goodnight to me or sweet
dreams, but I do. My last thought is how amazingly blue Angel’s eyes are, and
how much he makes me want to be a better person, even though I know I can’t.
