For The Love Of An Angel

DAMIAN

I hadn't meant to listen in on the conversation between the two young men in the kitchen. I had only left my office to find out where my cup of coffee was as it was running late. But their voices had me stopping at the kitchen doorway and I'd pushed the door open a little, Angel's back coming into view in the small gap.

Their voices had been soft, the tone hesitant and warmth bloomed in my chest when I'd heard Angel's soft murmur. The look on his face when I'd given him the phone earlier that morning crossed my mind, and my heart thumped against my ribs. He'd looked so ... innocent. Cute. My whole body had tingled, and my fingers had itched to stroke his cheek, to brush through his thick hair, to draw him to my chest.

Yet, the moment Angel had asked for Owen's number, making it clear that he wanted to see the guy, keep in touch with him ....I gritted my teeth together, my jaw clenching painfully tight.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed my way into the kitchen, startling both men huddled together at the kitchen island.

"Angel." I ignored the delivery guy as he took a step away from Angel, my sole focus on Angel. "Have you noticed the time?"

Angel frowned a little in confusion, then his blue eyes widened as he realised what I was talking about.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." He stuffed his phone back into the back pocket of his jeans as he ducked his head and hurried over to the coffee maker.

My eyes sliced to the delivery guy, who seemed to shrink a little under my stare and he took another step back.

"I'll ... uh ..." He grabbed the two crates that were on top of the kitchen island. "I'll be on my way." He glanced over his shoulder at Angel. "Thanks for your number, Angel."

Angel lifted his head and their eyes met. My chest squeezed and a knot formed in my stomach as I watched a look pass between them.

Fuck.

Clearing my throat loudly, jumping them apart, I cocked a brow as Angel's gaze landed on me, guilt shining in those deep blue eyes.

The delivery guy cast me a quick look before leaning a little towards Angel. "I'll call you later." His words were muttered quietly, meant only for Angel's ears, yet they floated towards me and stuck in my head, teasing, tormenting.

I shook my head a little and huffed as Angel smiled softly at the delivery guy, and nodded his head. I'd only just given him a phone, and he was already giving away his number. Although a small part of me wanted to rip that phone away from Angel, I knew I wouldn't do it. Couldn't. I'd meant what I'd said a few moments ago. I wanted Angel to have that little bit of freedom.

And that also meant I had to let him go out with whoever he wanted. Including this guy.

The delivery guy scooted around the kitchen island, crates in hand. I didn't move as he manoeuvred his way around me and my eyes followed him as he walked out of the kitchen. My gaze swung back to Angel, who was standing with his back to me as he fussed with the coffee maker.

I should say something, warn him off the delivery guy. He could be dangerous. After all, what did he know about him really?

That's the whole point of them going out.

Growling at the annoying little voice in my head, I stalked out of the kitchen, long strides taking me back to my office. Reaching down to swipe my phone off the desk, I walked towards the large window as I scrolled through the contacts on my phone, stopping at Christian's name.

Pushing the call button, I pressed the phone to my ear, my eyes falling on the winter scenery of the back garden beyond the glass. A light dusting of frost coated some of the bare branches of the small trees and bushes, making them glisten in the cool winter morning sun.