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

Chapter 8

Marcus arrived five minutes after we ordered our food. There weren't many people in the cafe and our order was pretty simple, so I guess It wouldn't take that long.

"Thankyou." I said to Marcus before he disappeared behind the kitchen doors. I look at my order, It looks delicious. The pancakes themself are fluffy and chocolate oozes out with each cut. There is also a separate side of chocolate dipping sauce that I intend to let none go to waste.

"Not hungry huh?" Arlo asks, I shove a fat slice of pancake into my mouth and savour the goodness. I groan in reply, too absorbed in eating to focus on anything else. Pancakes are another thing that I haven't had the luxury to enjoy for a long time. So I make sure to not let anything go to waste.

I finish within the first couple of minutes from when It arrived. I must've looked like a pig. But I don't care, and I don't think Arlo does either.

I look over my shoulder to Arlo, and see him devouring into his meal, with a lot more elegance than me though. His food looks so good, my craving for something savoury has intensified after I just scoffed my face with sweetness. He ordered avocado on toast. Though New York's version of that is never just avocado on toast. They always find some way to spice it up, making it look more aesthetic than taste. But this looks to be equal in taste and aesthetics. The thin slices of avocado are spread out over the top of the sourdough, there is some sort of spice that has been sprinkled along the top, as well as some Italian cheese and a poached egg on the side. My eyes flick from Arlo and his food.

"Hmm" he hums "This tastes so good." he teases, he must've noticed me staring as he exaggerates his pleasure with the meal.

"Funny." I scoff and cross my arms in front of me.

"You know, if you want something, all you have to do is ask."

"I don't need anything from you, Arlo."

"I didn't say need, I said want. Two very different things."

"Well... I don't want anything from you."

"If you say so." He brings a slice of toast in front of him and turns around to meet my eyes. He's close. Very close. Our noses are almost touching, and for a second I think he might kiss me. I can feel the warmth of his breath on lips and it sends a shiver through my whole body. The end of his hair brushes the top of my forehead so lightly, it tickles. I look into his eyes, and getting a close look into them, I can see there's a flake of gold on either side of both his irises. There is nothing but seriousness in his eyes, and they are firm as they hold mine. I have never held eye contact for this long. I want to pull away, and every nerve in my body tells me to- to pull away. But something else tells me not to. I bite my lower lip lightly trying to distract myself, this only brings Arlo more amusement as I catch his eyes drawn to my caught lip. But before I can go into the depths of my panic, Arlo brings the forgotten slice of toast up to his mouth and takes a slow, teasing bite out of it.

I lean away quicker than ever. What just happened?

"Something wrong angel?" Arlo asks, his grin is wider than ever and his arm managed to slip behind my seat when we were going- whatever we were doing. I don't answer him but I turn around and see those same eyes that I was just having a staring contest with. I glare at him with furrowed brows. He stares down at my lips, but I won't give him the satisfaction of making me anxious again. "Is now the time that you admit how handsome you think I am?"

My glare intenses. I reach down and take what is left of the avocado toast. I bring it up to my face, the same way he did and lean close. Our noses almost touch again, I pause, letting the silence between us become louder and louder. I let him think for a bit, I left an inch closer, our lips so close, all I would have to do is pout my lips and they would be touching his. But before I further the chance of any of that happening. Bring the toast to my mouth and take a slow bite. I mimic all his actions, including leaning back to my place. My own feral grin taking over my face.