𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

18

*TW*

Mention of attempted suicide

Although it is only mentioned in this chapter once, just wanted to give you guys a heads up ❤️

Song:
imperfect for you- ariana grande
slowed + reverb

LEENA

I grab the body wash, take the washcloth in my hand, and lather the soap onto my skin. The scent of eucalyptus invades my nose, and I take a deep breath.

Another thing about Angel that had me weak was that he always smelled nice.

And I mean it when I say that.

After washing off, I shut off the shower and step out, grabbing a nearby unused towel and drying myself off before slipping into the clothes that he had given me.

The shirt was a bit too large on my body, stopping right before my knees. The shorts were also too large and I found myself adjusting the waistband every five seconds in order to prevent them from falling down.

I couldn't complain, though. He didn't have to give these to me to wear, so I was entirely grateful.

After getting dressed, I grab a spare toothbrush and begin brushing my teeth. My eyes trail over the oversized clothes, chuckling to myself at how silly I look.

Once I finish checking my reflection in the mirror, I exit the bathroom and shut off the light on my way out.

My gaze falls onto Angel who's lying on the bed, distracted by his phone.

As the bathroom door clicks shut behind me, he glances up from his phone, meeting my gaze before his eyes drift down my figure.

"Don't say anything," I sigh, slowly making my way towards him on the bed and plopping down onto the sheets. His brows knit in confusion. "Why?"

I turn to look at him. "Because I look stupid, so you better not laugh." If he did, I don't think I could handle the embarrassment.

He remains silent for a few more moments, his expression unreadable as he carefully places his phone on the nightstand. The motion is slow, almost deliberate, as though he's gathering his thoughts before saying anything.

"You look fine," he says with a weary exhale.

He frowns after a second, noticing my distance on the bed. "Why are you so far away?" Because I'm nervous as hell and I don't know what to do.

I scratch the back of my neck. "I thought that you'd want space so-" my sentence is cut off by Angel as he reaches across the bed, gently gripping onto my arm and pulling me closer.

"Oh," I add, looking down at him from my position on his stomach as I straddle him. I feel his hands move to my hips and the gesture almost makes me faint.

The words that escape my mouth next cause him to tense under me. "Can I ask about your dad? If you don't mind." What I heard earlier from him had me concerned. An overdose. Was it an accident or did he... no.

I could only imagine the pain that Angel would be feeling if that was the case. There's no way his father would do that. Right?