Contracts

A Horrible Thing

"Um, Mistress Angela?" I felt Chastity tap my shoulder as she spoke. I groaned as I sluggishly opened my eyes. I sat upright, rubbing the sleep from my face.

I peeped over at Chastity, who held a tray of assorted fruit pastries, a pitcher of cream, a sugar bowl and a mug of hot coffee. I glanced up at her and cocked my head.

"Is this for me?" I asked, pointing at the tray. The angel chuckled lightly and flashed me a dazzling smile.

"Yes, I made it this morning," she set the tray down on my bedside table. She lifted the mug of coffee, the pitcher of cream and the sugar bowl levitated, hovering near Chastity's hand. "How do you take your coffee?"

I marveled at the floating items. "Two cream, two sugar please," I said. Chastity waved her hand, and two sugar cubes from the bowl plopped into the coffee. The pitcher of cream tilted itself until some of the liquid poured out. She moved her index finger in a stirring motion over the cup. The cream and coffee spiraled and blended together seamlessly. I gaped at the hazelnut coloured liquid as Chastity handed the cup to me. It smelled sweet and strong, I smiled.

"Thank you!" I chirped, Chastity smiled at me. She bowed slightly at the hip and turned on her heel to leave.

"Feel free to help yourself to the pastries, Miss," she said. "Just call me if you need anything!"

I beamed. "I'll keep that in mind! Thank you again!"

Chastity smiled, closing my door behind her. I snuggled back into my pillows, pulling my blanket up to my chest. I took a sip of the coffee, it was hot and sweet. I gently took one of the pastries in my hands, it was a mini fruit tart, my favourite.

'Gerard must've told her,' I thought to myself. I popped the treat into my mouth, it was sweet and fruity, a small dollop of custard on the bottom of the tart shell. I took another sip of my coffee. I looked to my right, seeing an empty space where Orin used to be beside me. I patted the area, it was still warm. I pursed my lips, wondering where he could have gone.

"Miss me?" I felt someone whisper into the shell of my ear. I jumped, the cup of coffee being flung into the air. I cowered on the bed, afraid the hot liquid would burn me. I heard Orin click his tongue and scoff. "God, you are such a handful sometimes."

I peeked out from between my hands to see Orin holding the mug, not a single drop spilled. He had a towel thrown over his shoulders and black sweatpants. I looked him up and down, my eyes falling on his bare upper half.

"Um, is there a reason why you're shirtless?" I asked, not looking up to meet his eyes. He was very fit. I felt a hot blush spread across my cheeks. Sure, I had seen Gerard shirtless countless times, but then again, Gerard wasn't half as toned as Orin. I shrunk back sheepishly. Orin's crimson hair was dripping wet and somewhat slicked back. Stray drops of water were present on his broad shoulders and his face. He rubbed the towel against his scarlet tresses.

"I just took a shower, you got a problem with that?" he retorted, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

"O-oh, that's nice," I stammered, not knowing what to do. I had never been stuck in a situation like this before. Orin followed my stare, smirking darkly when he saw that he was the object of my adoration.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," he chuckled. I snapped back to reality, grabbing a pillow and hurling at him.

"Oh shut up!" I howled, feeling a grin tug at the corner of my mouth. Orin put the coffee down, catching the pillow with ease.

"What's the matter? Like what you see?" he teased, resting a fist on his hip. He took a step towards me. I hid under the blanket in a panic. I felt the bed shift around me, and I crawled away from the sudden weight. "Cat and mouse, huh?" I heard my demon say as I scurried around under the sheets.