Hearts We Mend To Break (Book I)

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💫GISELLE💫

My body rested peacefully in his, as we danced into the night. Carefully scanning every corner of his room, I loved how simple but intentional the decor was. It didn't give me a sense of blandness or uncertainty. It was enough to show me the mood he intended to set but left room for something new. Something more. There was a desk and black office chair in the far corner, to the right of his window, which was outlined by black velvet curtains with grey sheer curtains on the inside. A large tv mounted on the wall above his Bluetooth speaker and floating shelves, sat adjacent to his bed. His bed sat neat and looked so cozy. His comforter was different than the last time I got a glimpse of his room. Crispy white, plush, and neat. The bed frame was a circular shape, giving room to have a seat if you wanted, around the edge. The headboard went all the way to the ceiling, upholstered with rhinestones to contrast the matte, black texture. It was so masculine. So sexy.

I couldn't help wondering if I was the only girl that had the honor of finding comfort between these four walls, remembering the words he'd spoken to me before, "I've never woken up next to anyone." Did that mean that girls never came in his room at all?

"Angel?" I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze.

"What's up, baby?" His voice came out as a low, raspy, drunken slur.

"Why have you never slept in your bed with a girl?"

"Never wanted to."

"So how do you..." He cut me off.

"None of that matters anymore. I'm yours now." A sly smirk spread across his face.

"You're not a possession. You're a person. A very special person." With the seriousness of my tone, I made sure to match that when I fixed my eyes on Angel's. "Slow."

"Of course." He winked. "We'll take things slow. But still, I don't want anybody but you."

"Me too." Smiling as my heart ached for more of the heat protruding from his body, I placed my head back on his chest, dancing to the sounds of The Weekend.

My alcohol infused emotions were up on display, as I was unable to contain a single feeling or thought. I spoke when I didn't intend to, cried when I never imagined I would, laughed every time Angel tried to lighten the mood, felt overcome with fear when my feelings became overwhelming, and felt a sense of joy and comfort when Angel never once made me feel absurd for going through so much in so little time.

"Its time to shake that ass!" He joked, when a diplo mix came on.

Aggressively twirling me around so that my back faced him, Angel tugged at my waistline, grinding up against me. Rubbing myself against him, I flipped my hair to one side to get a better look at him as I peered over my shoulder. Biting down on his lip, he pulled me in closer. I could feel him, at attention, rubbing against my backside and I went wild with lust. Craving more of his touch, more of the friction between our bodies, I was quickly reminded that I was in my underwear. I mean, how the hell could I forget? I was beyond intoxicated by then, wanting more of his affections. I stopped dancing, wrapping my hand around the back of his head, pulling his face down to mine. Planting a gentle kiss onto his lips, I looked up at him for approval. A glare of need shined down on me. He wanted me too.

"Nope." He whispered. "You're not getting in my pants right now." He teased, kissing me again.

"Are you sure about that?" Confident that I could change his mind, I knew better than to challenge Angel, but I did anyway. "Lets make a bet."