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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These words bring me indescribable joy. But also an equally great fear.
"What if...what if it all goes wrong?"
"Take your chances with me."
He rests his lips on mine and I respond to his kiss. It doesn't calm the storm of emotions that sweeps over me, or the raging pulse of my heart. And yet, for once, I feel like risking everything. To put all the cards on the table and stop playing games. I want to stop gambling with my luck and, most of all...stop gambling with my happiness.
"I love you too, Angel."
I whisper it against his lips.
My fears did everything they could to keep him away, but nothing worked. Nothing scares him. Unless he's totally unconscious! But whatever the reason, he stays. So I've got two options. Either keep making excuses or do what I want to do: stay in his arms. The choice is quickly made.
I don't want to end up like in those sad movies, realizing twenty years later that I missed out on a beautiful love story. Just so I don't suffer. But if it's Angel, he can break my heart into a million pieces. I'd spend the rest of my life putting it back together. And give it back to him, so he can break it again.
I feel good and safe with him. A feeling I haven't known for a long time. Every tear, every sorrow vanishes when he smiles at me. It's...magical. And, no matter how insane it may sound, I want to jump headlong into this ocean of insecurity. I want to enter his world and lose myself in it.
"I love you," I repeat, embracing him.
His hand tenderly caresses my back and it's enough to make me smile. The slightest contact with this man is enough to make me smile, like a little girl.
"We'll take care of your hair. Then we'll join the others."
"Okay."
I let go and watch him go back into the "room". He comes back with a cute little bag. White with a red bow.
"Someone's been shopping at the airport...", I tease him.
"How could I? I had to carry you from the house to the plane."
Why can't I remember?
"I'm sorry, I..."
"Don't be! My mother suggested the guards take you. But...I didn't want to see someone else's hands on your body."
"Are you that possessive?"
"Maybe..."
He doesn't smile and his intense gaze sends shivers down my spine. I like it this way. I like feeling wanted. And I like teasing him even more.
"What happens if...I let another man carry me? You kill him?"
