Her Last Wish

Her Last Wish - Chapter Seventeen

Her Last Wish
Chapter Seventeen
Sang

I sat on Gabriel's bed and watched as he got himself ready. He did go back into the bathroom with some clothes and came out wearing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, with a neon orange belt. They hung low on his hips, giving me the delicious view on his chest and chiselled stomach. He dried his hair with the hair dryer before tucking it neatly behind his ears, but not before changing the blue studs to black ones. He lined his lower lids with eyeliner and then pulled on a black vest, finishing the look off with a orange and black chequered flannel shirt that he left undone and orange converse.

"I thought the theme was black?" I asked, watching as he sprayed himself with something that smelled a lot like oranges. A lot of orange was going on right now but I loved it.

"It is. But we can add our own colours too. We have to be at least wearing one black item," he explains, putting the spray bottle down before going to the mirror. Everything he's wearing with orange on is a bright neon, all of it matching up perfectly with the black.

"I kind of figured you all had your own favourite colours." I stand up from the bed, and make my over so I'm standing at his side, looking at us both in the mirror. "You look good." Really good, actually. I swallow hard as heat blooms in my core.

"Thanks, Gorgeous." He picks up his phone, bringing up the camera app. "Selfie."

I lean in, pressing my body close to his, my hand on his chest as his arm comes around my shoulders. I smile at the camera, as does he, watching as he takes a picture. I turn my head as he goes to press it again, pressing my lips to his cheek, inhaling deeply as I close my eyes. He smells edible.

"Perfect," he says, showing me the picture once I've pulled away. "Let's go, before the others finally come and hunt us down."

I take his and together we make our way downstairs, going straight into the kitchen, finding the rest of the guys. I hover a little behind Gabriel, quickly taking in the scene before me.

Luke is sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing a grey pair of jeans with a few holes at the knee. He's wearing a black button down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and only one button is done up, revealing his chest. He's pulled his hair back into a low ponytail, the loose strands that have fallen around his face tucked behind his ears. On his feet are a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

Next to him, drinking from a bottle of beer, is Nathan. He's wearing black jeans, but they don't have rips in them. Covering his defined chest is a black short sleeve button down, stretching the material to its limit over his shoulders, chest and around his biceps. He's wearing a red tie, loosely knotted and on his feet he's wearing dress shoes similar to Luke's. He's gelled his hair and has smoothed it back.

Next my eyes shift to Silas. He's wearing black dress pants, a royal blue undershirt, and then a black button down, sleeves rolled up to that space between wrist and elbow, the material stretching over his shoulders and around his arms, shiny black dress shoes on his feet. He's gelled his hair and spiked it up, finding the look off.

Next to Silas is the birthday boy himself, a bottle of Jack in his hand. North drinks straight from the bottle, nodding to whatever Silas is saying. Black jeans, black boots, a white undershirt and a black short sleeve button down...not much different to his usual attire, but his boots do shine under the low lights.

Victor is wearing black slacks, a white button down, the cuffs done up at his wrists and a black tie, loosely knotted around his neck. His hair is mused, curling around his ears and at the nape of his neck. I don't think he's done anything to it, either way, he looks just as handsome as the others.