From A to Z - Angel Reyes

Chapter 13

When Angel and Zara decided to take it slow they actually meant it. There were no more unannounced evening visits to her house or surprise lunches at the clubhouse during her prep period. They were back to daily phone calls though, something they didn't know they missed at first, and lots of texts and flirting. Despite the pain that brought them there it was fun, in a way.

Although Zara and Emily spoke daily she kept the most dramatic details to herself. Dredging up the nastiest parts would be counterproductive so Zara simply put the week-long battle between herself and Angel in the history books and pushed it aside.

Rather than a phone call on this Wednesday evening, Angel was at Zara's but she was already slightly annoyed.

"No," Zara said forcefully. "Come on, Angel."

"Hold on," he huffed. "You're being kind of crazy right now."

"Just do it," she snapped, "Quickly!"

Angel hurried out of the kitchen a minute later with two beers and a bowl of chips. "Jesus, Z, you need to relax. I was gone for two minutes."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Five minutes into the mid-season premiere though," Zara complained.

"It was an Archie part. You don't even like Archie," Angel said with a laugh. "You hate him."

"Yeah, well, you're lucky I love you," she said, finally dropping the playfully angry attitude. "I'd pause any show or movie for you, even Riverdale."

Angel pulled her against his chest and kissed her cheek. "Just play it."

Cuddled up on the couch they watched the newest episode, quiet comments and observations peppering the show's dialogue. By the time the credits played, the bowl was empty and there were six beer bottles on the table.

"Come here," Angel growled, pulling her to sit on him, "I missed you."

"I know," she whinnied. "Maybe we can up our weekly visits?"

"I thought we were taking this slow?" He asked before kissing her. "Shit, didn't you have a blood test?"

"Monday," she nodded, "So far, I'm good."

"Six weeks, six fucking weeks," he groaned. "I miss you."

Zara wriggled on his lap and smirked devilishly. "I know," she groaned. Leaning into his neck, she whispered, "I was doing alright before but I want you."

"You really wanna wait the full 12?" He asked as she kissed his neck, then his jaw, moving toward his lips.

"No," she admitted. "You?"

"No," he huffed, kissing her forcefully.

"This weekend," she told him. "Friday to Sunday, me and you, naked in bed all day."

Angel grinned and kissed her again. "Why Friday?"

"So we have time, lots of time, and so I can shower and shave and use that blackberry lotion you said you like the smell of," she winked.

"I don't care," Angel told her "I'll take you smelling like beer with ashy ass skin, Z."

"Less than two days," she told him. "Please?"

"Okay," he nodded, "It's been six weeks, what's two more days?"

"Exactly." When Zara attempted to climb off Angel he held her in place. "You really wanna torture yourself like this?"

Running his tongue along his bottom lip, Angel nodded. "I'm a masochist."

Zara's phone went off once, twice, and then a third time before she pulled herself away from Angel to check what was so urgent. It was an email, from Campbell, that sent her heart into her feet.