Our Angel, Bella

Chapter 12

  It’s been forever since I’ve updated this story, nearly 2 years and for that I am so so sorry. I really appreciate all the fallows, favorites, and reviews- it means the world to me. It means so  much that so many people love this story and I promise to try to get this finish. I am picking up on this story again, but I don’t exactly remember where I was going with it, but after re-reading this- I have a new vague idea. I won’t hold you all here anymore! Here’s a new chapter of Our Angel, Bella!

                                                                              Chapter 12

                The music echoed loudly inside the small bar in Atlanta, penetrating the ears of the customers who conversed while dinning. It was around seven, the sun had gone down around an hour ago, signaling that Bella and Damon had spent the whole day at the bar. Earlier in the morning Bella simply ignored Damon, still uneasy around him because of the kiss he gave her at the party a few nights ago. Damon somehow gotten the hint, deciding to give her the space she needed until around five. He started to get restless and bored.

Around six, Bella complied with Damon agreeing to do something- and went straight to the bar, ordering herself a round of tequila shots. The amber liquid slid down her throat smoothing, leaving a warm trail in its wake. Bella kept tossing them back one after another, just letting go for once.

                “You know, you’re not that bad looking under the influence of alcohol.” Bella slurred with a slight giggle mixed with a hiccup.

                Damon smirked, clearly amused by the drunk Bella. She’d been taking shot after shot for the past hour, nonstop. He was surprised she didn’t have to take a break to use the restroom or eat, but he wasn’t about to stop her.

                “Dammoon.” Bella purred, trailing her finger along his chest. “Can we dance?”

                Damon chuckled, standing up and taking a hold of Bella’s cold pale hand, carefully helping her maneuver to the makeshift dance floor of the bar. There was a few other people there, dancing widely to the upbeat music.  When she heard the music, Bella instantly perked up, grinning lazily- slowly waving her hips.

                Bella didn’t wait, she gripped Damon’s wrist, pulling him forward to herself, wrapping her arms around his neck only to pull him even closer.

                “Bella, don’t do anything that you wouldn’t do sober.” Damon whispered as Bella gently kissed his neck.

                “Like how you kissed me when you were drunk?” Bella giggled, looking into Damon’s blue eyes. She noticed the flicker of lust in them.

                “Bella..” Damon warily said.

                “Stop trying to be responsible now.” Bella says giving him a look. “You know you want to kiss me.”

                Damon knew that was true. Every nerve in his body yearned to touch her small frame, to kiss every inch of her body and make her feel loved, but he couldn’t do that while she was drunk. No that would be wrong of him.

                Bella growled in frustration, and before Damon could register it- Bella pulled him down into a rough kiss. At first Damon responded, kissing back and pulling her closer but then he released her just as fast as it had happened.

                “No Bella.” Damon shook his head. “Not now, besides- I’m highly aware that when you’re sober- you’ll get pissed at me.”