The promise in his voicemeltsme. For someone who hates inflicting more harm than necessary, he is willing to kill for me.How romantic!
“We could do it together! But you said you're taking me out, and there’ll be food. I want that first.” I beam.
Angel chuckles at me, softly tracing a finger on my cheek. “Mhm… get dressed, and I’ll take you.”
“You’re here to make sure I don’t get lost, aren’t you?”
“What was that? I think Seiji is calling me. Go get ready, baby.” Anxo ushers me to my closet and hands me something before I can shut the door.
“Another one?” My heart beats out of my chest when he hands me another one of his hoodies. I don’t think he has any left in his wardrobe anymore.
“Last one, sweetheart, you’ve got to stop stealing them.”
“You gave me the first three of your own free will!”
“What about the other five?” He points to the shelf in my closet filled with his hoodies, and I not so discreetly close the door behind me with my foot.
Shit. Time to accept my faults.
“August did that. He loves hugging me when I wear your clothes, sohetook them from your closet and left them here. Strange kid, I tell you.”
I quickly leave and hide in the closet before he can catch me. When a thunderous laugh echoes behind me, I open the door an inch and see his head thrown back and his hand clutching his stomach, looking as yummy as ever.See? Too pretty for his own good.
Dressing up in his comfy black hoodie, I pull on a pair of black shorts that disappear beneath the hoodie.
I have a few zagged marks on my thighs and calves that healed poorly. Normally I would hide them, but I feel more confident after Angel saw them and didn’t even blink. Not one negative comment or expression.
It bothers me a tiny bit when people gawk at them, but here I’m around my mate and friends, and none of them have ever made me feel anything but welcome to be myself. Maybe I can start by not hiding my scars from them.
This is me, and I’m comfortable with myself. The rest of the world can suck their dicks if they don’t agree.
Anxo groans painfully when I come out and scans me with a strange look in his eyes. I’m about to ask if something’s wrong when he makes a beeline toward me and wraps me in his arms, dropping his head on my shoulder.
“I don’t feel like sharing you now.” Suddenly Mister Grumpy Pants refuses to let go.
Luckily, his mate has a strong Divine or this man would’ve broken a poor girl by how he leans his weight on me. I rub his back like he does to make me feel better and kiss his cheek several times to coax him.
“Okay, cuddly bear, I like you a lot, but I’m not missing fried food because you don’t want to share me.”
Angel reluctantly lets me step back and lead him to wherever the fuck our dining room is supposed to be. He doesn’t stop grumbling until I promise we can cuddle like last night after we get back to make him stop pouting.
It’s good to know cuddling is important to him too, because after being in arms once, I don’t think I can ever spend a night without him wrapped around me.
CHAPTER 12
Kissing makes us official right?
Nevaeh
Inever thought I would love driving around in a car this much. I’ve always been a horse girl, but aimlessly driving around a sparkling city with thundering clouds following us has been captivating. Rolling down the window, I relish the way the cool air damped with tiny droplets of rain hits me.
With every corner we turn, Angel tells me another story of Seiji causing havoc in the human realm or Hazel stabbing someone who Grace had to patch up—after profusely apologizing for her friend’s wild behavior, of course.
I watch the sparkle in Angel’s eyes or how his goofy grin never leaves his lips as he relays those stories. Angel clearly finds damage control amusing if none of these incidents has him even remotely angry.
Does he have this same smile plastered on his face when he talks about me to others?
I’m busy carving his essence into memory when he stops at the drive-through of my favorite fast-food joint, and my heart soars at the gesture. When he rattles off my order without asking, I have to bite my tongue before I do something stupid, like jumping across the console and smashing my lips to his.
