Our week in Paris.

Close encounters.

   ~Angel's P.O.V~

        I froze up. What did I say? I don't want to talk to you! You kissed bloody Laura! You played me, led me on! 

        "Fine." I let him lead me into the hall, leaving my curiosity filled bestfriend behind.

        "Angel, I didn't kiss Laura." I raised my eyebrows and sucked air, getting ready to yell at him. "She kissed me." He hastily ended. I settled back down, regaining composure. I did hear him say no to her..

        "It doesn't change the fact you did it, you could have pushed her off." I crossed my arms over my chest, he kept taking steps closer to me, until I was up against the wall and he was directly infront of me. Not even a foots distance from my face. I had to look up to him, he was so tall. His light brown loving eyes seemed angry, like he was mad at me for not believing him.

        "Like I could honestly pull away! She had me pinned!" He stepped even closer to me, as if it was possible, unfolded my arms from my chest and pushed them back against the wall, under his massive hands. He pushed his face so close to mine that our noses touched. Butterflies exploded through out my stomach, engulfing every corner. "Like this..." He whispered. 

        "B-Blake.." I breathlessly stuttered.

        "Angel, I... I don't like Laura," He leaned his body against mine, and closed his eyes, like he was trying to concentrate. "I like you..." My palms sweated furiously and I thought my stomach would explode from the butterflies within. Then.. It happened. 

        He pressed his lips to mine, enclosing the remaining space between our faces. His lips were soft, pink and full. I let my eyes shut close, and believe it or not, I kissed him back. His hands released my arms against the wall, and slid down to my waist, right on my hips, and he pulled me into him. The kiss was soft and sweet, and it lasted for a long time. When we pulled back we were breathless and breathing heavy. Nick never kissed me like that.. He smiled, a genuine one.

        "You kiss way better then Laura." Should I be offended or flattered?! I rolled my eyes and went for the door nob to my room, this was a bad idea. He grabbed my hand with both of his.

        "No! I didn't mean it like that, Angel. Im sorry, I just get nervous around you.. I dont know what to say sometimes." He blushed and I felt like I would melt again. I couldn't stay mad at this boy.. I felt a grin go against me and show on my lips. Blake laughed. 

        "It just hurt to see you kiss her," I let my smile fade and returned the serious tone. "Because, well.. I like you too." I looked down at the ground, remembering the scene of Laura's lips on Blake's. A tear rolled down my cheek. Blake pressed his hand to the side of my face and wiped the tear of with his thumb. His touch made me tingle with nervousness. I looked up to him and he bent down until we were an inch apart again.

        "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry." He kissed me again. Soft and gentle. When he pulled out of the kiss his embraced me in a hug. He was incredibly warm and smelt like cologne. I breathed in his scent and released him.

        "It's late.. We have to get up early tomorrow." I started towards my door, not believing that I had just kissed him. I heard him mutter in agreement before he called my name again.

        "Please don't cry over Laura. I don't like her," His voice was a broken whisper, like he was depressed I had shed a tear over him. "I never will, my little British crumpet." He added the last part with a wink. I could tell he was still upset. I giggled and nodded. I walked back into the room, closing the door quietly and looking though the peep hole. Blake was still standing in the hallway and he was smiling like and idiot. I couldn't help but notice the chain around his neck with the cross. I fancied it, it was something different and unique. Like him. I watched him slowly walk back down the hall and into his room.

        "What just happened out there, Love??" I turned around to Lex. Still in her upside down position, looking curious. I didn't mind her silly nicknames for me, they were funny. I pushed my back against the door and slowly slid down to the floor with a dreamy sigh.

        "Honey bunny, I don't bloody know."