Nobody's Angel

Nobody's Angel: Ch. 5 {A Vampire Romance}

I sighed in content. My two best friends were happy, and I had just found a room where I could dance whenever I wanted. Life couldn't be much better in my simple opinion.

My heaven lasted no more than a few minutes. Seth walked in, looking as smug as ever. I rolled my eyes. "Are you always this cocky, or does it require energy to have an ego that big?" I snapped.

Seth ignored my comment. "So I see you found your room," he stated, tone too casual.

"My room?" I clarified, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"I knew how much you loved to dance, and dancing is important to our culture. So, I had a room built for you to relax in, and also for you to learn our style of dancing."

My heart softened. That kind of consideration was staggering. I didn't know if this room had always been here, or what it used to be, but he'd just given me the best gift I could have asked for--a sanctuary. "Thank you," I responded sincerely.

Seth shrugged nonchalantly. "You deserve the best, angel."

"Don't call me that."

"You look like one."

"I don't act like one."

"You will," he replied with another smirk. I started to get the feeling he knew exactly how that certain grin affected the regularity of my heartbeat. "You'll come around."

"Don't count on it," I huffed, exasperation coating each word. I pivoted and started walking toward the change rooms. My body was still loose and flexible, making my walk have a bit of a skip in it and my hips sway a little more than they had to. My head was held high and my back was straight. I always loved the confidence I felt after dancing, like no one could reach me while I was on my own personal cloud nine.

"Wait," Seth commanded. My feet were cemented to the ground. This was the first time he used his powers on me, and I struggled uselessly for a minute before giving up.

I heard him stalk up to me. His hands started at my back, fingertips slowly inching up my shirt, then around my sides to finally clasp together at the front of my bare stomach. His hands felt exceptionally warm against me. His bare chest, pressed up against my back, made my bones liquefy, leaving me a pile of mush in his arms. I leaned into him for support, not trusting my unsteady legs. I really didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the thought of falling to the ground because my legs gave out on me due to his closeness had me deciding this option was less embarrassing. 

"I like this outfit," Seth breathed against my neck. I couldn't suppress the chills that went down my spine, making me shiver in delight. He pressed me closer to him.

"Is that all?" I pressed impatiently. Please, just let me go and leave me alone I begged silently. I don't know what you do to me, but I don't like it.

"I think it's time you danced some real tango, angel."

"If you want an angel, you're out of luck," I retorted hotly.

"We'll see," Seth said, gently sucking my earlobe into his mouth. Oh my god.

"Stop, please," I whispered breathlessly. The feelings he gave me were too much. I knew that if I didn't shape up, he was going to break me. Me and my walls. And if he broke me, I wouldn't be able to defend myself again like I can now. Then the words people said to me would actually affect me, and I wouldn't be able to portray myself as untouchable anymore. The end result of the chain reaction would hurt much worse than the pain of pushing him away now, like I've done to so many other people before. I had to get my head on straight.