My Angel -septiplier

Chapter 10

Mark and i walk around the town for a while after we finish eating. He seems to have a permanent scowl etched onto his face since Hantu showed up, and I'm simply overwhelmed. My has returned, and I clutch Mark's hand to distract me. His skin is freezing cold, and his eyes are darker than they should be.

When I mention it, Mark's jaw clenches. "I know," he growls. "I am – trying. To control it. It happens around daemons. It hurts." I sigh, bringing his hand to my mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. His shoulders relax, and a barely audible "thank you" passes his lips.

He tugs me in the right direction, bringing me around the corner to his car. I take the passenger seat automatically, leaning against the warm glass of the window as Mark pulls into the street.

He speaks suddenly. "Why are you so good for me?" he asks, frustration in his voice. "I – do you want me not to be?" I respond, slight hurt coloring my face pink. He frowns. "No! I... yes. I do. It would be so much easier to resist you. I would not have this ridiculous urge to be around you constantly. I would not lose sleep worrying about your safety because of what I have brought you into. Being around you should not cause every problem I have to seem insignificant, but it does. God, Sean..." He trails off, sighing. I turn to the window, hoping to hide the tears welling up in my eyes. Sadly, the ever-observant man notices.

"What did I say?" he asks frantically. "No, everything is okay. Please do not cry!" I sniffle, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. "I'm alright," I reassure him. "It's just... been a long time since someone has cared." He our intertwined hands hands to graze against his cheek. "Too long, baby," he whispers.

We pull up to my apartment, and he jumps out of the car, standing next to me before I even have the chance to the . His arm winds around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he leads me up the stairs.

As soon as the door closes behind us, his lips are pressed roughly to mine. His hands tangle eagerly in my dark hair, and I clutch his waist, impossibly trying to draw him closer. The tip of his tongue brushed my lower lip, and I groan against him. I feel him smile, and I can tell that he knows that I am putty under his capable hands. My hands find the edge of his shirt, and goosebumps appear where my skin brushes his. He pulls away slowly, and my heart collapses at the loss of him.

Mark rests his forehead against my own, meeting my sky blue ones. "I told you that you are too good for me," he pants. I pull him back to me, laying one more sweet kiss on his mouth. "And you're so bad for me," I whisper. "But god, I keep coming back."