Angel (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One

I stare in unhindered wonder at the trio of girls as they lift their slender delicately shaped, stocking-covered legs in perfect synchronization vertically—parallel to their torsos. I sit quietly on the polished hardwood floors of the ballet studio as the dancers showcase their remarkable feat of unimaginable flexibility.

My best friend, Kandys Brown, had invited me to her dance rehearsal earlier today and now here I am, intently admiring the exceptional display of bodily contortions. The trio now flits easily across the floor on the points of their toes then spins simultaneously before sliding slowly into the splits, their hands raised above their heads in finality. The music is cut off and the girls arise then walk over to where the other dancers are sitting on the floor, applauding their performance.

"Kandys, it's your turn. Where's Angel?" The dance instructor asks sharply.

"Uh," Kandys scans the room before she shrugs sheepishly. "I don't know. He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago..."

"Have you got a routine prepared?"

"Yes but—"

"Good." The instructor snaps. "When he gets here you will perform."

"But—" Kandys stops abruptly and stares at something behind me.

The instructor, noticing Kandys' gaze, swivels on her heels to look in the same direction behind me.

"Ah, Angel, you are late. You had better been practicing." The instructor admonishes.

"Yes, Ms. Chloe." a velvety timbre resonates from behind me. "I was."

"Good, you are up next."

I turn around as Angel comes striding into the room. I feel as though someone has punched me squarely in the gut. I stare in unveiled wonder at the boy sauntering into the room. The first word that rings in my subconscious is beautiful. Dressed in a skin tight tank top and men's tights, his muscles bulge enticingly. He is tall with the most blinding blonde hair that falls in exquisite curls down his broad shoulders. Under the wayward strands that hang in his tanned face are a pair of pale powder blue eyes set under thick, perfectly arched brows; eyes so pale that they are almost an eerie silvery-white. A straight narrow nose protrudes above sculpted pink lips. To complete the ethereal visage is a painfully sharp, brutally angular jaw that meets high pointy cheekbones.

I blink in utter bewilderment, shock no doubt marring my features as I find it difficult to believe that a boy could be this beautiful. I suddenly feel breathless—tired as though I had just ran up a steep hill. The boy—Angel—looks down at me. His blue eyes droop slightly, peering at me through thick sooty lashes. His eyes assess my form before a lazy smile fell upon his sinful lips. My heart pistons in my chest. Oh shit.

My hands begin to shake and my breathing becomes laboured and irregular as Angel licks his lips in a sensual gesture before he gives me an effortlessly rakish smile. I think I stop breathing for a couple seconds. He smirks as if he knows exactly what he does to me before he walks over to where the rest of the class and the Instructor was. Kandys makes her way over to where Angel stands and positions herself in front of him. they stand facing each other, their hands clasped together and wait for the music to commence.

A soft instrumental melody fills the room. It floats beautifully and reverberates on the mirrors on the walls. The symphony is a heavenly haunting series of notes and keys and its qualities consume my senses. Angel and Kandys slowly drift apart as they start off their routine, their backs to each other as the both glide across the floor. Kandys raises her leg just a bit above her shoulder and does a continuous series of spins. I don't watch her though. After all this time of waiting for her to take me to her ballet practice, I don't focus on her but rather, on Angel.