Kalopsia || Sequel to Cleisiophobia

62 ~ Finally. (PART ONE)

Finally. (PART ONE)

~Ariel's POV~

My heart is racing. I can hardly breathe, but in a good way. Michael is almost a completely different person, someone not so gentle, someone in control and angrier and tougher. I'm not really complaining, I like this side of him but I also miss the sweet side he rarely shows anymore.

He walks toward me again, his eyes dark and full of something more than lust, something darker. I want to say love, but I think it's something a little more. I can't quite put my finger on it. Almost as if he is relieved nothing was really happening between me and Micah. I mean he should be, but I don't know. I know it looked a lot worse than what it really was.

"Ariel," Michael hums, dragging me out of my thoughts. I lift my gaze, staring at him in the eye so he knows he has my full attention. "What's on your mind?"

"What's been on yours?" I instantly reply without much thought. As soon as I realize what I've said, I clasp my hand over my mouth. His eyebrows furrow in a scary way, his lips pressing into a firm line while he studies my face.

He sighs, taking a big breath before pulling me onto his lap while he sits on the edge of the bed. I gulp and look directly in his eyes, waiting for him to say something already. I hope I didn't make him angry or ruin our almost first time.

"Angel," he sighs again, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them with a certain glimpse of determination in them, "what do you mean by that exactly?"

I shrug loosely, not really knowing how to form my thoughts into words. He pinches the bridge of his nose irritably, closing his eyes again, and I awkwardly try to move off of his lap, not really wanting to annoy him more.

He grips my waist harder, though, and opens his eyes to stare at me with a bit of suspicious-ness. His eyes narrow slightly, and he stands without caution. I grab his shoulders, nearly falling backwards.

With his hands still on my waist, he turns around and leans over, dropping me on the bed while crawling over me. My cheeks heat up, and I feel like being swallowed into the Earth to escape this embarrassment. 

"Where do you think you're going?" He rasps, making me squeeze my legs together. Is this how our first time would have been before he joined the Mafia? Or has he always been this way? Did the Mafia change him?

I don't respond to his question, and he opens his mouth to say something before he is interrupted by a rapid string of knocking at our bedroom door. I jump from my skin, nearly having a heart attack, while Michael just glares at the closed and locked door.

"What the hell do you want?" Michael growls, causing the knocking to seize only momentarily. Then it picks back up without a response. I let my head fall back on the bed, closing my eyes. Not to sound needy or anything, but I have been waiting for this moment for a while and just as it is about to happen, someone or something interrupts us. Of course.

Michael grumbles and pulls himself off of me, not looking me in the eye as he stands and pulls on some sweatpants before unlocking and swinging the door open, only for the person on the other side to accidentally knock him straight in the face. It is Sucre, who awkwardly apologizes before glancing at me.

I watch the nervousness swirl in his eyes as he gulps down extra saliva. He moves his eyes to Michael, and then back to me, before anxiously switching back to Michael.

"They're here."

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((I AM SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LOOOONNNGGG WAIT I HAVE BEEN SO UNMOTIVATED! I hope you guys enjoy this snipet!))

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