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I woke up to the sounds of door slams, I was alarmed when I heard the fumbling and continous door slamming. I stood up from the bed throwing the blankets and rested my feet on the cold floor. I grabbed a bat as a weapon of choice to protect myself walking down slowly to the kitchen where I heard noises. I saw a familar mass of voluminous waistlength midnight black curls, searching my cabinets. I dropped the bat, my feet padding the floor watching her search and I wondered how she got into the house in the first place. "Angel" I whispered and her head whipped to mine, I looked into her dark eyes no matter how much she intimated, I was hopless attracted to her despite my resistance to her wildness. I found myself wanting the thrills and wildness more than ever despite being one who had lived his life by the books.
I snapped out of my daze, focusing on Angel, who tilted her head heavily focused on my bare torso, I brought palms to my chest feeling naked the way she looked at me with her dark eyes. I coughed awkwardly bringing her from her daze, she walked away from me going up to the bedroom where i had come from leaving me in the kitchen confused, I heard her heavy boots walk down and she stretched out my robe. Turning her back to me as I wore the robe. I tied the knots infront, watching her from behind, more like stare at her, her stance was defensive but nevertheless made her beautiful, I looked at her waist which had the tattoo of butterfly and the sides of her waist which sported tattoos each and the waist cuffs resting on her caramel waist, it looked so smooth I felt like running my hands on them, just simply touching her waist. Angel was one who brought out my desires effortlessly, her dark eyes, long hair, beautiful body and dangerous life made me want her more, like a moth to a flame. "You can turn now" she turned, annoyed I had taken long to wear a simple robe. She continued her search in my cabinets looking for whatever had led her to my home. I walked to her, standing infront of her as she tried to reach yet another cabinet. "What are you looking for" I asked acting all tough until I felt her hands undoing the knots on the robe. "Xanax" her hot palms on my torso, she ran her long finger from my chest to the band of my pyjamas. I pushed her hands away gently, reaching for the xanax with flustered cheeks. I handed it to her and she looked slightly annoyed, the face she made, made me realise the hollowness of her cheeks and the bags under her eyes, without thinking I raised my hands to her face running my fingers softly on her soft cheeks. She kissed my hands, her lip piercing cooling my fingers.
