Delicate Hearts | Completed

39 || Heavy

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warning: SMUT. * will mark the start and end of it. enjoy. or skip. whatever u want <3
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Rivera got sentenced to one year in prison. It wasn't much, but it was a win. And I owed most of it to Harley. I needed to thank him. Even thanking him wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. I could scoop up all his pain, and dispose of them in a river, and wave them goodbye. I could meet him in another universe and love him the way he deserves to be loved. I could kiss him to bed every night. I could protect him from all the evils of this world.

And none of it would be enough.

And I won't change my mind about Angel.

I leave the courtroom and am met with Angel, who's waiting for me. There's a soft smile on his lips. He doesn't advance towards me because of the reaction I gave earlier when he tried to touch me. So I initiate and run towards him, wrapping my arms around him. "We won," I whisper, resting my head on the crook of his neck. His arms hold me tightly, and I let his warmth consume me.

"I'm proud of you." His voice wraps around me like a blanket. Somehow, hearing this from him made everything worth it. Speaking in court. All the pain I had to go through melted away as he held me in his arms. I lift my head and seal the space between us with a kiss.

I knew my family was watching. But I didn't care. I was just happy to be with Angel. I felt sorry for distancing myself before the trial. I was grateful that he agreed to be a witness. And moreover, I was absolutely in love with him.

When I pull away from the kiss, I see my dad gaping at us. My mom seems less shocked. I guess she already knew from that day I called her when Angel was sick. "You and Angel can leave first. We have some more things to wrap up," My mom tells me. I grabbed Angel's hand, and we were ready to bolt. "Use protection," She added.

"The best protection is for Madison to stay with us," My dad says. His eyes are zoned in on our hands. "I don't think-"

"Just go," My mom cuts him off. "Babe, shut up. They both worked hard today." My grip on Angel's wrist tightens as we both escape the suffocating air of the court and run toward Angel's car. My mood did a complete 180 from earlier today, and I couldn't have felt better. My heart felt lighter, and holding onto Angel made me feel like I was floating on a cloud where no one could find us.

We came to a halt when we reached his red BMW. "Let's go to your house," I say while catching my breath. "Let's run away from here."

He pulls me closer through our interlocked arms, kissing me deeply. I'm caught by surprise, but I love it. It's different from all the other times he's kissed me. He's hungry. He's thirsty. As someone stranded him in a desert for an entire week, and I was his food and water. I kissed him back with the same desperation. I released my hand from his and held the back of his neck. My other arm snaked around his narrow waist, pulling him closer to me.

My memory is cleared of everything as if my brain consisted of kissing him and needing to kiss him. He pushes me against the car, and my head rolls back. He kisses my jaw, and my lips part releasing a trapped moan. I could feel my knees start to weaken. "Angel," I breathed. "Take me to your fucking house. I need more." I place my hand on his chest and push him away. "Either continue and fuck me here or take me to your house."

"Get in."

We both clumsily rushed into the car. We both needed more and wanted to get more as fast as possible. Angel aggressively sped out of the parking lot and onto the road. All I could think about the entire car ride was him, but naked. I already knew what he looked like shirtless from his Instagram. I just imagined where that v-line below his abs led. And him placing his free hand on my thigh while driving was just the cherry on top.