The Sentinel Demon

Chapter 11: Founder's Dance Competition

Continued...

Play this song during the scene, if you would like:

I let my right hand rest on Gabriel's shoulder, and he takes my left in his hand, his other wrapped around my waist. My body is completely pressed against his front, making the whole situation feel very intimate. Yet I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. And I don't want to he anywhere but here. With Gabriel.

Gabriel stares deeply into my eyes as the song plays, and I can clearly see the happiness his face holds. I think this is the first time I've seen this look on his face. He...he looks happy.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you." The song plays as we dance, Gabriel moving us around, perfectly flowing around our little area on the dance floor.

Dancing with Gabriel is probably one of my favorite things starting now. Being this close to him, and getting to see that look in his eyes...I never want to leave this moment.

Gabriel's P.O.V

I've never wanted someone so close to me before. And not just physically, but their soul. That's how I feel with Rosemary pressed against me, looking deep into her pretty silver eyes. And now I can't figure out how I ever lived without her.

Is it really a sin if I fall in love with Rosemary? I shouldn't be able to fall in love with her, but yet it's the only thing I can do right. And it's the only thing I want to do.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you "

It's weird how one songs lyrics can make you think so deeply. I'd give up my life for Rosemary, because I am falling in love with her. And I shouldn't. But I feel like I've loved her for so long. Yet I've only really even known her for a little more than a month.

I look across Rosemary's hand on my shoulder, down her arm, and to her beautiful face. Why is she here with me? What did I do to deserve this? And why does it have to end? I just want to love her. I didn't fucking ask to have my life sold away to the devil. But if I didn't...I wouldn't even be alive in this century to meet Rosemary. But why the consequences of loving a mortal?

I lean my head down and place a soft kiss on Rosemary's hand that lay on my shoulder. I like feeling her skin under my lips, though I wish I could get that privilege more often. I need to stop, but I can't. I am consumed by her whole being, entranced with the way she lives. I want her.

"You know, I met Mr. Presley once. A long time ago. Nice guy." I say loud enough just for her to hear. Rosemary raises her brow slightly, smiling.

"Dang, how old are you?" I think about it. Hm.

"Well...I was born in 1902, died in 26. So that leaves me somewhere in the 90's." Damn. I'm old. Technically I'm still 24, body-wise. And yet it doesn't feel weird when I pull Rosemary against me.

Rosemary nods, "Ah, that explains it."

My eyebrows furrow together, "Explains what?"

"I like older men." A smirk makes it's way on my face as she says this, a smile on hers. Well damn. It kind of gives me this funny feeling when Rosemary blatantly says she likes me. I'm just curious what it is she likes about someone like me.