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

Chapter 24

I am rummaging through the suitcase, finding something nice to wear. I can find anything, I guess Arlo didn't expect us to be going anywhere fancy, here, as the only things that are in the suitcase are sundresses and shorts with singlets.

I don't know where we are going tonight, but Arlo left ten minutes ago saying that he would be back in an hour and that I should be ready when I get back.

I have not even the slightest idea what he has planned, but I have grown accustomed to the fact that Arlo will always have an infinite amount of surprises in stall when I am with him.

I haven't recovered after the kiss. Not even the slightest. I can still feel the heat of his hands on me and I can still taste him. I smell him on my clothes. He is everywhere. Arlo is all over me.

I love it.

It's still hard to wrap my head around the fact that he kissed me and that I kissed him back and that he kissed me three times after that, and I kissed him back all those times too. It's almost like it was a dream and I am going to wake up, back in my old bedroom. In my old apartment with Steve and my Mothers loudness echoing throughout the rooms.

Because right now, where I am, feels like a complete and utter dream.

I mean, the tension between me and Arlo was there. I could feel it, physically where he touched me, whenever he looked at me. It was there. I guess for the last five days, I thought it was one-sided, and that I didn't think nothing would truly be acted upon the matter. But all of that was proved wrong.

Kissing Arlo, made me feel a million things at once: tenderness, fondness, predilection, warmth, passion, adoration...

My mind can hardly focus on anything, my legs are shaky and my hand movements are delirious. I can't think of anything before my mind wanders back to the memory of him. Is this meant to happen? I am obsessed.

Does Arlo feel like this?

Are my feelings stronger than his?

Is this one sided?

I try to rid myself of all these doubts. The doubt that makes me question why Arlo would want to be with someone like me. When there are all those other girls, that sweeps to his feet.

Why me?

I lie down on the bed, feeling useless to all this. The small task of having a shower sounds like mission impossible.

I want to look nice.

I don't know why, I haven't ever wanted to look nice. I never cared. I never wanted to impress anyone. I have never thought twice about my outfits before leaving the door, not for anyone, not even myself.

So why all the sudden change.

I'm not trying to impress Arlo.

He met me when I was a homeless wreck in the bar. He's seen me - met me - in my worst. If he wanted to talk to me, while I was in that state, he would have seen me at my worst. So scaring him away isn't on the list of my top 10 concerns.

What is wrong with me?

I make one last scavenger hunt through the suitcase, but finding the same thing as I did the past three times before that. I guess I could just go in this dress.

It's nice...

No.

In defeat, I walk outside to the balcony and I look around at the village. That's when an Idea hits me.