Victoria's Secret Angel

Sixteen;)

We run inside the lavish apartment building, shielding ourselves from the rain. As we stand in the elevator as it brings us to the top floor, I wring out my hair and fix my pony tail. The elevator dings and we step out.

"It's the door at the end of the hall," Tony says while placing a guiding hand on my back. I nervously gulp and slowly nod.

Once inside, Tony locks the door and then turns to face me. We stare at each other with awkward smiles.

What is wrong with you Kendal? It's not like you've never been inside a man's house before...

"Why don't you sit in the living room while I get us something warm to drink," he says, finally breaking the silence. "Coffee or tea?"

"Uh, tea, I guess," I answer and sit in the plush, white sofa across from a gray and black fireplace. I look at the fireplace closer and notice the flames inside are fake.

"Oh, that's just a decorative heater. It feels like a real fire, doesn't it?" Tony sets the two mugs down and sits next to me. Leaning in, he wraps his hands around mine and brings them toward the heat of the fireplace. My cold hands instantly warm up.

I feel Tony's breath on the back of my neck and I suck in a breath. He's so close I can smell the cologne on his clothes.

Feeling a little spark of courage, I go to lay my head on his shoulder when he suddenly stands up and my head falls to the side. I snap back upright, gaining my composure, and pray he didn't see that.

A minute later he comes back from the kitchen with two mugs in his hand.

"Here you go," he says, carefully handing me one.

"Thanks," I say in a hoarse voice. I clear my throat and clasp my hands around the warm mug. Tony once again sits down next to me and we sip our drinks in silence.

"Listen, I'm really sorry again about the ferris wheel thing. I still feel really bad," I finally say, turning to face Tony, a worried expression plastered on my face.

Tony just laughs, "I already told you that it was fine, I'm fine."

I nod, but continue feeling a sense of guilt from dragging him to his worst fear.

"Besides," his smile fades, "I still feel horrible about the whole Andrea situation. I deserved it." He looks down and studies the swirling liquid in his cup.

Hearing her name makes my hands clamp tighter around the mug. I hate her so much. But I can never blame Tony for what happened that night. She's the crazy one.

I shake my head, "No, let's not talk about her. I don't want to think about her." Tony leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, probably regretting bringing her up. "But I can't blame you for what she did," I quickly add in.

"I guess not," hes says, seemingly unconvinced.

I sigh when there's no improvement in his mood. "Come on," I start rubbing his shoulder, "why are you being so hard on yourself?"

He glances up at me with wide, blue eyes. "Because I like you a lot."

My stomach flutters at his words. The words I've been waiting to hear for a while.

He straightens up, never breaking eye contact, making my hand on his shoulder slide down his back. Grabbing my mug, he places both on the coffee table in front of us.

The air becomes thick and almost too warm as we stare at each other. I take a big gulp and my lips part, waiting anxiously for is next move.

Tony reaches up and caresses my jaw, eventually resting his hand behind my head. "I like you a lot, too," I whisper.