Page 23 (1/2)

“Where’s your kitchen?” I de full well that I’m in no place to make any demands

“You’re hungry, huh?” Angel says, flatly “You think that’s why you’re so grumpy?”

It’s not hard to ift for pressinga stern finger at the behee, you dolt! I should be back at ho ready for a real date tomorrow, instead, I’m stuck here with you!”

Angel fiddles with his ely unhurt by my lashes “So, you’re horny, then?” he e smirk

The anger that explodes inside of h to sizzle the skin off ry and horny—but he only needs to know that I’ry In fact, I’el attractive than I a it

“What the fuck do you ith h My tone is laced with more desperation than I had hoped it would be, but what’s the point in holding that back? This is all so exhaustingly frustrating

Angel places down his glass and floats over to me Before I even have tiulfed by his enorh to snuff out the chill that wants to skate down lares into my soul

“I haven’t decided yet,” he finally gru his back toaway and lazily gesturing towards the big leather sofa in the center of the living roo and it hascountry”

“Probably still won’t stop your brother!” I shout after him, desperate to piss him off even half as el looks unphased as he disappears around a corner, leavingroom on top of the world

I wake up to the sound of a sla door

The harsh noise jolts s, unsure of where I ah time that I’

So, it wasn’t a nightmare

I sit up on ht crunches beneath one to bed, I’d raided the fridge and ate myself to sleep Now, I’m surrounded by open cheese wrappers and dark chocolate cruht, when Angel eon

I sadly tug on the ruined botto attire, but at least it made a nice blanket

The clutter I’ve covered erly stand up from the couch My ht fills the pit of my stomach it crushes a kaleidoscope of butterflies that had dared tried to rise up froht