Drugged Angel

Chapter 4

The night went on.

We had moved to a booth up against the wall that gave more privacy.

My heart had been beating faster than normal the whole night. I could swear it would be sore when I went to bed.

I smiled as he let out another laugh, sipping on what must've been his fourth drink. Which added a bit of pinkness to his pale cheeks.

His laugh was melodic and I loved hearing it again and again.

Being more sober this time around, I had the pleasure of drinking him in more thoroughly.

He had a small frame, his face cute and rounded. Small splashes of freckles scattered his face, adding more to his innocent appearance.

Although small in shape, his confidence radiated off him in waves. He held himself proudly and I admired him even more so. He was lean yet when he moved I could see his muscles contracting under his shirt. I could see tattoos trailing up his arms. The urge to explore every single on was strong. The shell of his ear was covered with silver piercings. I found them intriguing as they glinted under the dim lights.

After another hour we were both tipsy, the alcohol making my mind a little fuzzy.

I stood up and he followed, stumbling a little and giggled as I caught him. Thanking me then weaved his through the crowd and I followed. Eventually stopping in the alley next to the bar.

"Are you gonna kill me now?"

The humorous jab made me chuckle, hesitating a moment before moving closer. Backing him against the wall, only a few inches keeping us from touching.

"Only if you're into that."

I spoke, reaching out a hand, tucking his hair behind his ear. My heart beating sporadically at how close we were. My breath coming out in uneven clouds as I leaned closer. Ghosting my hand along his jaw. Flitting my eyes from his lips to his glittery blue eyes.

He hardly seemed affected, only slightly flushed from the alcohol but otherwise completely in his wits. His head tilted to one side just slightly. The tip of his tongue darting out to lick his lips, drawing my attention back to them as I slowly closed the gap between us. Pressing my lips against his gently, closing my eyes and cup his jaw.

His lips were soft, the faint taste of a generic berry coming from his lipstick. My hand moved to hold his waist, pulling him closer and hesitantly lick his bottom lip. Parting his lips and pushing my tongue forward to explore his mouth, almost moaning and pull back panting softly.

Our soft panting creating clouds of fog around us, snow slowly falling around us.

"It's getting cold."

His casual comment made me look at his eyes, having let my gaze wander his petite frame.

"I could warm you up..."

I trailed off, my offer creating a thick sexual tension. His eyes seeming conflicted as he pondered what I said. My heart resumed its uneven beating as we stood in silence.

The snow picked up and I frowned glancing up at the sky, pouting like a child that I would probably have to cut my time short with the small boy.

"Not sure if you could keep up with me, old man."

I raised an eyebrow at his snarky comment, looking back at him and caught the teasing glint in his eyes. Leaning closer so our noses were brushing.

"Is that a challenge?"

His mischievous smirk made my heart beat faster. He leaned up, leaving a teasing kiss on my lips.

"Maybe."

I resisted pouting, watching as he slid out of my arms and walked out of the alleyway. Shamefully, my gaze fell to the swinging of his hips. My arousal throbbing uncomfortably. He stopped, turning back and raising a coy eyebrow.

"Aren't you coming?"