My Crush Is A Serial Killer (wlw)

Chapter 13: Ava pov

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As the sun started to rise, I woke up from the small noises of birds and the desperate need for the bathroom.

I began to sit up slowly in order to not wake angel and gently moved her arm from around my waist. Before getting up completely, I glanced at Angel, who was in a deep sleep.

My face turned beet red as I remembered everything that happened last night. It was magical, one of those 'never forget' moments.

I could watch angel like for hours, but the desperation for the bathroom grew strong enough to speed walk to the bathroom like a penguin. After 2 minutes of sweet relief and cleaning my hands, I noticed a small pill  bottle that had Angel's name on it. My curiosity got the best of me as I read the bottle. What is this medication for? Anxiety, maybe? As I was attempting to figure it out, I heard a quick smack sound and suddenly felt a small sensation of pain mixed with immense pleasure.

"Angel, did you have to hit that hard?" I embarrassingly complained despite wanting another hit.

"You didn't have a problem with it last night," Angel replied as she got close and began to kiss my neck, passionately, and gripped my ass, "Good morning, sweetheart, heh. What are you doing?"

Before I could give a reply, the bottle was out of my hand within seconds, while she distracted me with a make-out session. It was a shame to say it was working.

I started to grip the bathroom sink lightly, trying not to make a sound due to being early in the morning and nervously worried if Angel's mom or her boyfriend was home and would possibly hear me.

I happened to glance up a bit, meeting her strangely cold gaze from the mirror that pierced my very soul. There was something about it that scared me so slightly but aroused me even more. I wonder what she was thinking.

After our quickie and taking a shower, we got dressed and headed downstairs, I couldn't help but think about that medication bottle. Should I ask her? I want to learn more about her, but maybe I should wait for her to tell me herself. It might be rude to ask so suddenly, but I was curious, what was going on?

As I was on my phone, sitting at the table, surrounded by the delicious aroma of Angel's cooking, melting in the mix of silence and her adorable humming. Ever since we started our jobs, we unfortunately haven't had time to be within each other's space for a while except in class or the hallways of school and the cafeteria with our friends. It was nice to watch her happily cook.

While I watching her cook, I started scanning her from head to toe, wearing a white tank top and grey sweatpants, her strong upper body muscles flexing with each movement, I immediately started to reminisce about our passionate night together.

Practically foaming at the mouth, my eyes traced her body, I started to feel the unbearable urge to drag her back upstairs and feel the warmth and softness of her precious touch. The thought of pressing my lips on her neck, tasting her sweetness all over again, leaving more hickeys and scratches. My desire for her was relentlessly a deep hunger to be once again lost in her moans and groans, breathlessly begging me to not stop or go harder. 

Pulling, even gripping her hair as My dick is ramming her insides so deep, she has no choice but to bite down on a pillow or my shoulder, with her legs on my shoulders, calling my name or angel pinning me against the wall, using a satanic 7 inch strap to destroy my ass as she stares deeply in my eyes, smirking as she's pressed against me, not leaving a gap in between us, rearranging my insides with no mercy, forcing me to cover my own mouth.

I was trying my best not to drool.

My thoughts were interrupted from her sexy, husky voice calling me.

"Ava?....ava?...ava!" Angel yelled.

"Huh...yes honey?" I responded embarrassingly

"Are you okay?" Angel flashing her perfect smile, "I asked How do you want eggs and what fruit do you want with your waffles?"

"Oh I'm sorry, yes I'm okay haha, uh eggs scrambled and a mix of strawberries and blueberries please" I nervously replied, keeping my composure as if I wasn't thinking of such indecent positions.

Angel lightly chuckled as she turned her back to me, going to the fridge, "on it."

I came back to my senses and attempted to look up the name on that pill bottle, but I couldn't remember because of angel. I'll have to find it later.

While eating my delicious food, I remembered that I have my own apartment now. Is it too early to ask if she wants to live with me? Why am I so nervous about this? Of course, she'd be happy, and I'd be happy to come home for once to see the woman who adores me as much as I adore her.

"Is something wrong, ava?" Angel asked with a concerning tone, "Is the food not your liking? I can make you something else if you want. "

"No, no, the food is fantastic, but..." I hesitated a bit, taking a small gulp, "I'd like for you to move in with me! I know it might be too early and probably weird, but ever since we started dating, you made me really happy, and it'd be the best birthday present tomorrow!"

There was silence, enough to hear a pin drop.

"It's not too early or weird.. I'd love to move in with you tomorrow. In fact, let's part of the plans that I have for you," Angel responded in such a sincere way.

I honestly felt like crying tears of joy as she held my hand, looking at me with that wonderful smile that first attracted me to her the day we met.

After breakfast, we sat on the couch, spending some time together.

"Angel, can you drop me to the hospital so I can see my dad?" I asked anxiously, knowing how he is and that Angel didn't like him because what's done to me.

"Of course, but I'm coming with you, I don't want anything bad to happen to you," Angel said in a protective way. I nodded in agreement.

After an hour of driving, we arrived at the hospital and got escorted to his room after checking in. When I walked in, he was watching TV. He soon saw me and smiled weakly.

Nathan: "Hey Damien -" he face went pale suddenly, "Uh I- I mean Ava. How was your day?"

I felt ava hold me by the waist after closing the door. Why is he suddenly being nice? Why was he suddenly pale as if he had seen a ghost?

Angel had me sit down as she continued to stand at the wall, looking at the tv while Dad and I talked for a few minutes. He's never been nice before. It was a bit strange but kinda good. Maybe it's because of the cancer he now has.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?"

Nathan: "uh okay I'll be here, haha."

Within 5 minutes, as I walked back, I saw angel outside the room, standing in front of the small window.

"Babe?...what are you doing out here?... What happened?" I asked anxiously, heart practically beating out my chest. Angel was silent. All she did was shake her head slowly. I knew that look in her eyes all too well. Angel pulled me into a big hug as I bawled my eyes out.

We soon went back home, angel got me tissues and my favorite ice cream as she comforted me.
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A/N: Oh shit! There's no way! What happened? 😰

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