Angel Boy

Breakfast.

   I was uncomfortably hot. Which was unusual considering the house was always deathly cold. 

   My forehead was slightly slick with perspiration. Attempting to remove to covers from my body, I suddenly became aware of the heavy weight tossed over my abdomen. The hairs on the back of my neck were tickled by a steady, rhythmic stream of air. Something--or someone--had wrapped their body around mine. 

   When I opened my eyes, I was facing the wall. And slowly turning my head, my gaze met with a familiar, handsome face. 

   Levi was a peaceful sleeper. He didn’t snore, only breathed calming breaths. His long, luscious eyelashes kissed the tops of his sharp cheekbones. I could see his eyes dart from underneath his eyelids. Slight stubble grew around his jawline and his chin. His pink lips were slightly agape, his hair sprawled out against one of my pillows. 

   A took a minute to gaze at his natural beauty, then it hit me. 

   Levi Godfrey slept in my bed. 

   The Levi Godfrey slept in my bed, with me.

   The Levi fucking Godfrey liked me. 

   As much as I wanted to lay in my bed with the hottest male Angel and bask in the fact that he had feelings for me, I desperately needed to use the bathroom. Sitting up and carefully removing his muscular arm, I tried not waking him up as I got off the bed and jogged to the en suite bathroom. 

   After emptying my bladder and washing my hands, I brushed my teeth to rid myself of morning breath. Upon exiting the bathroom, Levi curled up with the pillow I was sleeping on. He sighed contently, the blanket pulled up to his neck. 

   Grabbing my phone, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

   I wasn’t surprised when I saw a note on the marble countertop and a yellow sticky note on the metallic fridge. 

Had work to deal with in Seattle.

William Summers

   Looking over, I read the other yellow note. 

Tyde,

Have a fashion show in Milan. Don’t know when I’ll be back.

Mom

   I sighed as a wave of sadness washed over me. I knew better than to be upset. They’ve been leaving notes since I turned fifteen. They were always doing something, never making time for their own child. I wasn’t surprised but it still didn’t make it hurt any less. 

   Balling up both notes, I released pent up anger and sadness as I ripped them up and threw them in the garbage. I let out a shaking breath as my fist balled. 

   “I was wondering where you went.”

   Jumping, I turned to look to the threshold of the kitchen.

   Levi was rubbing his eye. He stood in wrinkled jeans, no shirt. Wasn’t he wearing a shirt before? The ripping muscles of his torso and a V on his lower abdomen made it hard to tear my eyes away from him. His dropped his hand from his eye and walked towards me with a bright smile. 

   “You have really sexy bed-head,” Levi said, leaning against the island with arms crossed over his chest. 

   A small smile twitched on my lips as I looked him over. Dark circles still surrounded his eyes, but they had lightened. His hair wasn’t styled, but unruly and few strands hung in his vibrant orbs. He didn’t look like Levi Godfrey, Angel extraordinaire, with designer clothes and perfect skin and perfect hair. He looked like a regular person with undoubtedly good-looks.