Nobody's Angel

Nobody's Angel: Ch. 32 Part 2 {A Vampire Romance}

 Bliss. There was no other word to describe this moment. I was naked under the bed sheets, and Seth had been stripped down to his boxers until I, um, was distracted.

Anyways, the thing that made this moment absolutely perfect was the fact that we were doing...nothing. We were just laying there, intertwined in each others arms, staring into each others eyes. No words were needed, and that alone made it perfect. We could practically feel the love we had radiating off of the other, and that was enough to fill any and all stages of awkwardness.

After lying like that for fifteen minutes, though, I began to squirm uncomfortably. The soiled sheets beneath me weren't the most comfortable thing to lay on for long periods of time.

Seth chuckled, rolling onto his back and keeping his arms wrapped tightly around me, bringing me with him. I ended up sprawled on top of him, making me blush profusely.

"You're adorable when you blush, you know that?" he complimented, pecking my cheek. My face flared a darker shade of red. I tried to hide my face in his chest, but he forced my head up. We eventually and silently agreed on my head laying on his chest, but facing away.

"So was this all you wanted to do today?" I asked, slowly meeting his gaze.

His eyes widened. "No! Oh, no, you need to get ready!"

"Get ready for what?!" I pressed, but Kenya and Z burst in the door.

"You sure do like to call on us last minute, don't you Seth?" Kenya scolded while Z dragged me towards the bathroom.

"I was distracted," he smirked, his eyes trained on my body. I glared at him, but it was in vain as his gaze didn't even falter.

"Excuses, excuses," Kenya huffed, waving her hand as if she could shoo away his voice. I was pulled into the bathroom then, although I could still hear them arguing.

"Kenya," Z finally interrupted. "Help her. I need her clothes."

"On it!" she exclaimed, flying into the bathroom. "No need to mope around here!" she called over her shoulder. "Go do whatever it is guys do! Us girls will never know!"

I'd bet half my head of hair he was going to play some type of video console...

"Okay," Z warned. "This is going to be painful..."

Twenty minutes later, I had showered, been waxed of any hair on my body that wasn't on my head, eyelashes, or eyebrows. My eyebrows were plucked into a sexy arch, which even I had to admit made my look improve greatly. I will never look down on eyebrow waxing again, I swear. My fingernails had also been done up in a manicure, my toenails in the same fashion.

A thin black line of eyeliner had been penciled on my bottom and top lids, emphasizing my pupils. Mascara was expertly on every, individual lash, showing off how long they were. Concealment covered every zit I had, and it didn't even look like I had a blemish on me. My lips were stained with a bright, cherry red paint, revealing- and I don't mean to brag- lusciousness that I didn't even know I had. A thin layer of lip-gloss shone over it, sealing the paint to my lips and making them shine in the light.

My hair was straightened, but somehow still managed to keep its silkiness it possessed only on good days. Each of my natural highlights showed, making my locks fall in a waterfall of light blonde, dark blonde, light brown, and everything in between down to my back. My bangs were swept aside in a way that I knew I wouldn't have to worry about at all tonight. It was simple and elegant, but still very casual.

As for clothing, a tiny red dress covered the strapless black bra and thong that I refused to call mine. The dress was strapless, short, and oh-so tight. I had to admit, though, my waist looked nonexistent. There was no dip in the chest area... No, there was no material to worry about a dip. The dress itself didn't start until a quarter of my cleavage was already peeking out. I'd about had a hissy fit when I saw it, but Kenya and Z had wrestled me into it.