𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒄𝒆 | 𝒈𝒙𝒈

𝑰 𝑻𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒐

I felt her breath finally getting slower and heavier, my angel has finally fallen asleep.

Her head buried in my chest, her hair still damp from the shower. Her right arm hugged my waist and my left one hugged her tightly.

She looked so peaceful, half a smile still plastered on her face, the exact one she had the last time we slept together.

As much as I hated it, it was now time for me to leave. If I stayed for a second longer I'd fall asleep next to her and that would just be messy tomorrow morning. She fell asleep naked in her bed, it would look like I took advantage of her if I fell asleep next to her, and I don't want her to ever think that I'd do anything like that. I feel terrible already for the thoughts that ran through my mind that were far away from appropriate, so her thinking we fucked will be much much worse.

I quietly untangled her arm from my body and slipped out of the comfortable bed, I missed the heat of her body instantly.

I slipped out of her soft dry clothes and into my now damp ones, I didn't bother to tuck my shirt in this time. I folded her sweatshirt and shorts and put them back in the closet, as if I never had them on me.

I opened the door and took one last look at her, she looked so beautiful. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life, everything about her was so special and I fell completely under her spell.

I wish I could stay with her forever, holding her in my arms, feeling her soft skin on mine, but I couldn't.

It became my mission to shield her from bad things, keep her out of trouble, protect her. The thing that pained me most was that it meant protecting her from me too, from the damage I'd cause her if I let her get too close to me.

So I left the room and closed the door behind me, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks.

I knew that I have to wait until her mother comes back from work, I don't want to leave her alone in case she woke up and wouldn't know what the hell happened and how she got home.

I went to the kitchen and discovered a large pool of orange juice, I had already forgotten that happened. I took a paper towel and wet it in the sink, then leaned down to clean the puddle.

As I finished I remembered her dress was also stained with orange juice, it was too pretty to let the stain ruin it. I went straight to the bathroom and found the dress where she left it, the memory of her naked body instantly played in my mind. If I had to draw her solely from my memory it would have been so accurate it would have looked like a picture. There wasn't a dimple or a beauty mark I missed, not one curve managed to escape my eyes.

I remembered all of her, my eyes inhaling every detail of her godly beauty.

I shook my head and snapped out of my thoughts, this was not the right time nor place. I searched through the cabinets and found the right product to use, I scrubbed the dress until the stain was gone and put it in the washing machine.

When I got back to the living room I could finally examine the decor of the house, the kitchen had white wooden cabinets, the countertop was made of wood, I think it's American cherry but I'm not entirely sure. The kitchen was clean and organized even though all the appliances were on the countertop and not hidden inside the cabinets.

The living room was very cozy and warm, one of the walls was painted in an antique pink, it was rather dark and the pillows on the sofa matched the color. The sofa was white and the coffee table was made of the same wood as the kitchen countertop. There were a lot of pictures on the wall, mostly of Emily and her mother, it seemed like they really were best friends as she once told me.