In Love With an Angel

Chapter 3

(Beth’s pov) 

    My body was curled up on my left side, and I could feel someone against my leg as I shifted carefully so I wouldn’t hit who it was. I still hadn’t opened my eyes, but I could feel where the bed dipped a little lower. Scratchy blankets covered my legs, making me want to move. I was so happy that those blankets weren’t wrapped around the front of my shoulders and chest. Come to think of it, what was on top of me?

    I snuggled a little into the warm cocoon that was around me and a little movement next to me made me stop moving. I wasn’t uncomfortable, but I wanted to go a little deeper into this thing. Chancing waking up the person, I scooted down even more. I noticed as I slid down that it was pretty slippery on the outside. So, it wasn’t cotton. Well maybe some of it was, because inside was insanely soft.

    I took a huge breathe now that I was safe. My nose was immediately filled with a heavenly smell. It wasn’t a girly smell, but a very masculine scent. I knew it wasn’t Axe because it wasn’t as strong as Axe. It was mellow but strong enough to have me wondering what it was. Then it hit me! It smelled like Ralph Lauren’s special edition Polo cologne. Don’t ask how I knew that. There was only one person who would wear this, and it was because I got it for him on his birthday last year: Landon. I was going to take a guess that it was his jacket.

    Right then I felt him shift a little, and knew he was waking up. Wait! How did I get to his house last night? I must have been pretty drunk last night to not remember anything.

    “Is she awake yet?” A voice whispered from the bottom of my bed. It was definitely a woman’s voice, but who was it.

    I heard Landon clear his throat in a ruff way, “Not yet. I think she’s shifted a bit though.” His voice was filled with sleep, and I felt sorry that he stayed here with me, wherever here was anyway. I didn’t want to come out from under his soft and warm jacket just yet.

    “That’s good. There might not be as much bruising as we originally thought. She looked like hell when they brought her in. And based on the bruises on her arm, we thought there may be some internal bleeding. She was extremely lucky,” she sounded so formal and doctorishy. Wait, I must be in a hospital, but why? “I wouldn’t recommend her going back there though,” she added.

    “Why?” Landon’s voice was right next to me, and I shivered a little. There was always one good thing about Landon; he never paid much attention to fine details. He hadn’t noticed that I had been completely in love with him for the past couple months. I had never really thought of him like that until this last Christmas. We got pushed under the mistletoe at the exact same time; no doubt that it was planned like that. Naturally, we had to kiss as tradition.

    The moment our lips touched I felt, I don’t know, alive? It was like someone had sent a current of electricity through my body. Every nerve on every part of my body was immediately on edge. If this was the “fireworks” all the romance books talked about than it was a little bit more than just fireworks.

    I needed to get back to what they were saying.

    "Well, whoever broke in left a message on the wall right next to the fire escape," she muttered nervously. Broke in? What the......?

    "Someone broke into my apartment?!?!" I yelled bolting straight up in bed. Landon jumped about a foot away from me, while, hopefully correct, my doctor let out a tiny scream.

    Scanning over the room, I tried to quickly take in my surroundings. A bright light was coming in from right next to me. It must be the sun. The rays washed over the white walls, vacant of any photos or decorations. Landon was looking at me with concern and shock written all over his face. He looked quite cute in his Bon Jovi T-shirt and low rider jeans. Why am I checking him out when there's someone I don't know in the room?