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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"Come on...open."
He's not angry. Just very amused. He can't utter a single sentence without giggling. He looks...happy. So do I. Despite the pain, I feel good. I mean, inside. I smile more and even have time to get spanked.
"Princess..."
I've got to stop kidding myself: I'm not afraid of Angel. That's why I let him do all those things to me. I know he'd never hurt me on purpose. He may lash out at my skin, but he's as gentle as a lamb. He brings me more comfort than anyone I know. And, above all, he's patient with me. Very patient... He deserves it when I open the door.
So I turn the knob slowly. When his pupils meet mine, his gaze is soft and watchful. And I finally notice that his hands are full.
"What are they?"
"Clothes."
"Oh...there's no need. I can keep these."
"You mean the wet top and the short shorts?"
He's got a point. But I'm embarrassed. I feel like I'm making him run all the time. He always has to plan everything. It's like I'm a kid! It's both relaxing to have someone to rely on, and stressful. I'm not used to it, but worse, I'm not sure I deserve it. There's nothing special about me! Just a broken heart, a soul full of fears, and a soul full of tears.
"Why would you take so much time to fix something as destroyed as me, when you could have all these women at your feet?"
My question surprises her. But I don't see why. It's true, it's true!
"You didn't break me, Angel. You don't have to stay with me."
"I know I don't."
"You're gonna hurt yourself trying to touch these sharp pieces and..."
"I know."
He's getting closer.
"But I'll pick up every last one, if it'll make your heart beat again."
I can't say a word. I can feel my tears welling up. But I don't want him to see me like this. So I turn back.
"Princess..."
"No, don't..."
I ignore him and get in the shower. I don't want him to see me like this. Not like...this! I know he wants to be that shoulder for me to cry on, but I don't know how to do that. I don't know how to cry in front of others. And why should I? Why does everyone want to help me all of a sudden? Why now that I've moved on?
I feel his hands embracing her from behind and I burst into tears. He doesn't need to say a word. The contact is far too gentle...
"Please go away, Angel..."
"No. Not when you're like this."
He reaches out and turns on the tap. Water begins to run down our bodies and our clothes end up soaked. Like my cheeks.
