An Angels Murder

~Chapter Thirty~

I can't stop staring at her. She smells so good. I want to hold her hand.

But she seems slightly withdrawn.

She's only watching tv but all I want to do is keep her to myself. I slowly inch myself closer to her, slowly by slowly I end up right next to her. It
didn't seem like she minded when I laid my head on her lap.

And she called me a golden retriever disguised as a black cat.

I didn't understand what this meant at all but I let her be.

I've never genuinely felt this way. Ever.

All I want to do is be around her. I can't help myself when I'm around her.

And I don't know what possessed me to tell her. It was like I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. My chest was going to explode.

I couldn't keep lying to myself about my feeling for her.

Because I fell so fucking hard for her and I didn't know it until I felt that all I wanted was to be around her.

She likes to play with the lobe of her ears a lot. It's like she pinches it slightly than rubs all the way up it. I think it's one of her like nervous habits or something like that.

She's doing it right now.

I look up at her and grab her hand gently, placing it on my head and directing her fingers to run through my hair. She's hesitant for a moment before she starts running her fingers through my hair.

Fuckkkkkkkk.

"Do you want me to braid it?" She asks quietly. I sit up, smiling at her softly.

"Is my hair long enough now?" I asked while trying to look up at my hair. She nods her head while motioning for me to sit in between her legs. I sat in the ground and she started to rake her hands through my hair.

She grabs some hair from the front of my head and begins to thread it through other strands. I can't tell what she's doing but I can feel it as she gets to the back of my head.

She huffs in frustration a couple of times before she ties it up in the back.

"You're hair is still a bit short and I couldn't finish the braid all the way at the back so I tied it into a pony tail," she says, slightly annoyed with herself. I turn around and smile at her, laying my head on her thigh.

"No way Marcell has gone soft," two people jump on the couch beside Donatella. She's startled at first, her shoulders tensing up a little before they relaxed again. I roll my eye before standing up, glaring at Idris and Azores.

They back away from Donatella a little, making room for me next to her.

"So do you guys just walk in whenever you want?" Donatella asked. They laughed at her before turning to me.

"Seems like someone is being a Debbie downer," I rolled my eyes at Azores placing my hand on Donatellas knee.

She shuts her eyes tightly for a moment, biting on her lip. I furrow my eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" I whisper. She shakes her head before smiling at me.

"I just got sleepy," she says, leaning into me a little. I nodded my head before she puts her head into the couch.

"Okay I'm getting drunk tonight," Azores mumbled while pulling out a bag. There was a couple bottles of alcohol and shot glasses.

"Donatella, you're drinking tonight," Idris smiles. He hands a cup of something to her and she stares at the contents.