Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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I want to stay with him. I just don't want him to let go of my hand. But, it's not right. I can't leave Dani here. He's going to be mad at me. Why am I acting like I care? I only see Angel. I only see his beautiful blue eyes. His hand caresses my skin. I shiver. I want him to kiss me so badly. I want to feel his lips on mine. He knows it. And I can see in his eyes that he wants it too. But he holds back. Instead, he pulls me by the hand. To the cash register. I watch him discuss with the saleswoman. Me, jealous? No. He's not like that. He barely smiles at her. Not like with me.
"Do you take them all?"
"Yes. Thanks."
She hands him a large blood red bag. And my curiosity is aroused. What could he have bought? I don't dare ask him. What if he wanted to keep it a secret? What if he wanted to surprise me? What if it wasn't for me? Maybe he already has another submissive and doesn't want me. After all, I'm not ideal. Nothing to do with my looks. Just that I am a total beginner in bdsm. Maybe he wants a more experienced woman. I don't suit him. He picks up his package and pulls me by the hand, not knowing my thoughts are running wild. I need him to reassure me. That he tells me it's okay to be a beginner. That he will take the time to teach me. Slowly.
"Let's go to my place."
It's not a question. More of a statement that makes me panic. He notices.
"Don't worry. I don't bite, princess. I mean...
"What?"
A little mischievous smile. It sends shivers down my spine. He knows how to melt me. How to bewitch me. In fact, his hand firmly grasps mine and almost forces me to follow him.
"Are you afraid I'll escape, Seth?"
"Maybe-"
His little face makes me melt. In two seconds, he's a nervous child again. Displaying his fears like any other person. But it doesn't last. His confidence returns in a snap. We walk down the street, next to each other. The lights, the soft breeze of the wind and our embracing hands. I almost find something...romantic about it? Wow, I must be pretty damn charmed. He turns to me and smiles. I can see his eyes shining. Like all the stars in the sky have drowned in them, before me. His fingers wander over my skin and put back some of my rebellious strands.
"You have such beautiful eyes. It would be a shame to hide them."
I blush. He squeezes my hand tighter and drags me down the street. That reminds me of something... Conscience, if you say an episode of Criminal Mind, I'll kill you! He's not a stranger. Just my art teacher. That doesn't count. That's why I follow him. We enter the subway.
"We're only two stations away, he warns me."
"Good."
"Sit!"
"It's okay, I can stand."
His look says something else. But I'm not going to let him control me. That's without counting his determination. He sits down and pulls me by the hips, on top of him. I almost fall but he grabs me firmly. At the same time, the doors close and the subway starts. I see the other passengers lose their balance. Seth was right. I would have fallen like a potato.
