Angel Next Door

"Are you mine?"

*A Month Later*

Your POV:

"Hey babe it's me...again. I'm sorry, please talk to me." He sighs, "(Y/N), please call me back. I have some off days coming up and I'd love to spend them with you. Call me back or text me please."
'End of new messages.' Hitting end I toss my phone on my bed beside me. The tears fall again, just like they have for weeks now every time I'm alone.

Evan keeps calling and texting but I haven't responded. The last time we talked I had run away from him; I waited until he left for an interview to retrieve my things from his apartment, then I took the first plane home I could get.

I drag myself to the kitchen for something to eat; not really caring for taste but just wanting something to stop my stomach from growling, I decide on a turkey sandwich with some lemonade to wash it down. I've barely cleared the first three steps when the knocking begins, grumbling to myself I trudge back to the door and jerk it open without checking to see if Michael Myers has come for me.

Michael Myers would be a welcome visitor instead of who just so happens to be on my porch.

I almost slam the door in his face...almost. We stand in an odd staring contest until finally he breaks, "can I come in?" Leaving him at the door I head up to my room, where he finds me eating my sandwich flipping through an old photo album.

The mattress dips beside me as he lays next to me. "Babe...please look at me." My eyes stay glued to the photo as I take a big swig of my lemonade.
Next thing I know my hands are empty and pinned above my head with Evan hovering atop me.
"Got your attention now I see." He smirks, "Evan what do you want?" My breathing has picked up slightly in arousal. Damn it no, you're supposed to be mad at him. Not turned on.

I huff out a breath determined to keep being mad at him, his next move does not make it easy to stay that way though; his lips graze along my jaw, wrap around my earlobe then settle against my ear to whisper, "I want you."
Those three little words make my heart, along with my breathing, stop instantly. Could it be true?

His eyes find mine, his lips hover inches above my lips, "Emma and I tried it again, but when I was with her all I could think about was you. Laying with her my body ached to be next to you. Kissing her, I imagined it was you."

He stops waiting for my reaction but I don't know how I feel.

"Are you still with her or did you break up wi-"
"We're over. I'm completely single as of now. I hope you'll change that though." His expression turns hopeful, neutralizing my anger at him, "you want me to be your", "girlfriend" he finishes for me. My heart swells so big I think it will fly out of my chest.

Our lips tangle in a soft sensual kiss that quickly turns heated as my leg wraps around his hip, his fingers interlock with mine where he still has my hands pinned above my head, his tongue does a tango with mine.

Is he really mine? Could we possibly be together? As a couple? God I want that more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

Panting we lay side by side facing each other, matching stupid grins split our faces.
"Are you mine baby?" His warm hand rests gently on my hip, my fingertips dance in abstract patterns along his arm. "Evan I have been yours since we were two years old."