Possessing Sydney's Heart (manxman|| lgbtq)

Chapter Nine

Sydney

When I opened my eyes again I was home and staring into one of the most beautiful pair of eyes the Goddess ever made.

"Good morning," Angelo whispered and I can't help but think its de ja vu all over again waking up to his smiling face.

"Morning?" I whispered hesitantly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine. How'd I get home?" I asked carefully.

"You fell asleep in my arms last night so I just left my car at the club and brought you home," Angelo smiles sadly.

"Oh..."

"I made french toast for you," Angelo says shoving a plate of toast and a glass of orange juice under my nose and I got nervous all of a sudden.

"What's the matter with you?" Angelo asks, a frown on his face while I ate awkwardly and kept glancing at him.

"N-Nothing," I stuttered remembering this is almost exactly how our morning was after the last time we slept together six years ago until Angelo fucked me over.

"Just...that morning. It started exactly like this," I whispered and Angelo's frown deepened and then he took the plate and glass from my hands.

"I wish..." Angelo looks away from me for a moment. Yea, I wish too..

"Can we not talk about it?" I asked quickly not wanting to go down that path again with him. Last night was too much for me to handle.

"Okay," Angelo concedes to my request, "Maybe this time it'll be different. Better," he whispered smiling, leaning closer to me and oh my, I was leaning up to meet him. I could just barely remember what he felt like, those lips against mine-

"Ma!" the shout had both of us jumping back and an awkward chuckle left me.

"It's too early to bellow at me!" Angelo started snickering while I tried smothering the sound with my hand over his mouth and holding back my own laugh.

I used the bathroom quickly and Angelo tried following me out my room.

"Whoa, big guy, where do you think you're going?" I asked with my index finger pressed against the middle of Angelo's forehead.

"Um downstairs-with you?"

"No, No, No, No," I went to the window and opened it all the way.

"Oh hell no!" Angelo hissed.

"Yes, yes, yes. You my friend will be going out this window. Let's see if cats do land on their feet," I snicker.

"Why?" Angelo asks gesturing to the bedroom door.

"I don't want my cub getting the wrong idea so you will jump out this window and enter through the front door," I stated.

"Don't see how me and you together is wrong," he muttered but climbed his huge ass out nevertheless I did catch a faint "he'll pay for this" but I ignored it and took my time going downstairs.

When I finally got to the kitchen Angelo was pouring cereal and glowering at the breakfast bar.

"Who pissed in your corn flakes?" I asked and forced myself not to laugh as Angelo looks at the cereal in front of him in disgust and shoved the bowl away.

"Ma!" D'Angel came running into the kitchen, his little face pinched into a frown, hair sticking up all over the place, darn adorable.

"Ma! We got a new P.E teacher and he doesn't want my bribes!" D'Angel bellows at me, I'm standing like three feet in front of him.