An Angel Amongst Devils (An enemies to lovers, slow burn romance)

Chapter 6

 I groan. Ugh, another day to be alive. I hate mornings. I lean over to my side, my eyes not adjusted to the dark yet and lean over to turn on the lamp. I fumble my hands over where the lamp should be. But it's when I notice that the lamp isn't there, that's when I realise that I am not in my room anymore... I'm in Arlos house. And another day awaits me. Great.

Ok time to think again. I think I have done more thinking and evaluating in the past 24 hours than I have ever done in my entire life. Usually I was the kind of person that would just 'go with the flow' and it worked well, great actually, up until now. My problems have evolved severely from just doing assignments last minute and ignoring problems until someone else finds a solution. Nope, no one is here to save the say for me this time. I'm in deeeeeep shit, and I have to get myself out of it.

Ugh, whatever, maybe being homeless might not be so bad. I mean I can shower in the public toilets- uh ok maybe not, I saw a documentary and some girl got a disease because she showered in one of those. That's all right, who needs showers anyway. Right? I can just groom myself. Like a cat. They seem to be doing perfectly fine on their own. Righ? What the fuck emma. You can't clean yourself, what is wrong with you? I guess I will just stay dirty for the rest of my life. I may be a princess but I have been through worse. I can handle that.

Ok what else? Food. Uh okay, I can do what the dogs do in movies, I'll just sneak into the back of restaurants, and steal the food or I could steal peoples orders at fast food places, how would they ever know. Right. Okay food, check, hygiene, semi-check. Ok, I'm on a roll.

Water is easy, just go to the water fountain. Clothes fall with the hygiene concept, It's not a necessity, really. I don't need clothes.

A place to sleep... hm... I could- maybe-

What about-

Uh shit. No solution to that one Emma. Looks like a park bench or sketchy alleyway. Woo Hoo!

My eyes adjust to the light around me, and I step out of bed. I peel open the curtains, to the amazing view of New York city. Man what It would be like to wake up to that every morning. I take my hair out of my ponytail, trying to tame the lion's mane that is now my brown hair. I decided to leave it out. Too knotty and frizzy to put up.

A glorious smell swells in the air. A great smell. Is that... No. It can't be...

BACON AND EGGS!!

Man, it's been a while since I've smelt that.

I open the door, the smell stronger. I follow it into the kitchen where I find Arlo's bare back facing the stove where he's flipping bacon in the air. He wears black track pants, the hem of his underwear making an appearance.

Wow. He's ripped.

I knew he was big but now seeing him all exposed. He's huge.

I didn't know that backs could be attractive, but damn.

I suddenly become aware that I'm still in his t-shirt, my bare legs exposed. This is inappropriate. It's fine for him to walk around half naked, because it's his home. But I am just taking up space for a night. I can't do the same. I walk back to the room before his voice stops me.

Fuuck! I should have known.

"Morning sleepyhead." Arlo says, I can hear the smile in his voice.

I slowly turn around, he leans against the island, now giving me a great view of... him. I try to tear my eyes away but somehow I can't. Just the glance at his back not longer than a couple of seconds ago, put thoughts that I wish to never think of again, into my mind. Now leaving nothing to my imagination, I see all 6,4 of him. His tanned stomach saying good morning. I think my eyes are stuck, like physically stuck, I cant move them away.