Angel

Angel LXIV

   ANGEL

Light at the end of the tunnel.

Months ago I would say the tunnel was a fucking no end, with no light to reach... with no purpose to walk forwards.

Now I see it, still far away, but I see the peak of light.

It's enough to give me the slightest hope that nothing is in vain. Good or bad.

My body is engulfed in warm water, white foam covering my body, as the glass cup with white wine sits on the dark floor of my bathroom.

I came home to grab some clothes, since Lukas insisted for me to occupy at least a shelve in his closet, and also to grab my laptop.

Dimitri is playing with fire, and whoever plays with it eventually gets burned.

He will.

The excitement rushing through my veins at the thought of crushing his throat with my own bare hands it's almost sickening, but leaves such a fucking vicious smile on my lips.

Lukas and I have been busy, so I haven't seen him or talked to him in two days, but I'm sure he will break into my house when he wants.

And that's soon because I hear the window downstairs opening.

A smirk rises on my lips, as I sip the fresh, delicious wine, feeling it slide down my throat smoothly.

Seconds later he's at my bathroom door. 

"Missed me?" I ask, the smirk still on my lips. Lukas shakes his head, a smirk of his own on his face, and my eyes rake through his sculpted body as he starts undressing himself.

I love that his skin is like a notebook for him. From single words to full quotes, to single drawings to full masterpieces all interconnected, the black ink speaks his soul.

"Stop looking at me like that, Angel." He warns, entering inside the bath with me, his legs stretching until touching my hip, his back leaned back on the other side of the tub, as we face each other.

"Why should I?" I tease, sipping from the cup, doing a once over again. I stretch my legs so that my feet stand out of the bathtub, and Lukas leans his head on my ankles, running his hands through his hair, then down his face.

He's so fucking handsome.

"Come with me today? Or do you need more space?" He asks, hazel eyes locking on mine. Again, I ask. "Why should I?"

Lukas snorts, and grabs my feet, making me narrow my eyes at him.

What is he doing?

When his fingers touch my feet, I flinch.

"Harmless." He soothes me, his fingers pressing into my foot, massaging it. "See?" I nod at him.

It takes me a while to relax, but when I do, I lean my head back, my eyes closing as a small moan escapes my lips.

This feels good.

"Gi is one year today, Laura's making a small dinner for the family."

Already?

"The kid grows fast."

"Tell me about it." He scoffs. His fingers go up my ankle, making me sigh. It feels like some weight from my shoulders leaves each second he massages my skin.

I'll make him do this more times.

I could ask if he wants kids in the future, but I won't. I'll stay away from that topic the longer I can.