Drugged Angel

Chapter 7

I woke with a start.

The sheets next to me were cold yet again.

I sighed and closed my eyes, frowning as I thought of what I could be doing wrong. What did I need to do to have the blue eyed boy stay through the morning.

I slowly sat up, another note placed on the pillow. The same simple message. But I tucked it into my drawer, on top of the other one I had saved. The only physical reminder I had that he was real and not a figment of my imagination.

Making my way to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, gazing over my body with a soft sigh. Faint bites littered my upper chest and arms, not that I was complaining. I could feel the slight throb of scratches on my back. A smile tugged at my lips, knowing I'd have a nice reminder of last night throughout the day.

Turning on the water I washed my face and brushed my teeth. The minty flavor flooding my mouth, a disappointing reminder that I couldn't taste his lips. I remembered the sweet taste though, and it made me smile.

Rinsing my mouth I skipped a shower. Almost scared I'd wash away his marks. A stupid thought. But it still brought a smile to my lips.

I had been doing that all morning, smiling.

Smiling as I ate my toast.

Smiling as I got dressed.

Smiling as I flipped through my schedule.

My mood couldn't be dampened. A constant smile on my lips the whole day. Every time I shifted I felt the dull ache from his scratches. Every time I went to the bathroom I unbuttoned my shirt just to see his marks again.

He had me wrapped around his finger and I was completely fine with it.

***

A return to the bar was in order.

I hummed a soft tune as I walked along the road. Driving was a bad choice when I knew I was going to drink something.

I reached the busy block it was on and opened the door, the warmth inviting me in and saving me from the cold outside. The bartender made eye contact and gave me a nod, pointing to the far wall. My heart sped up as I caught sight of the boy clouding my thoughts all day.

I made my way over, sitting across from him. He glanced up. A surprised expression on his face which he quickly hid with his usual amused look.

"Not even waiting a day, sex that good?"

The betraying hue was on my cheeks again.

"Maybe, or maybe I'm just drawn to you."

That earned me a smile. My heart fluttered happily. Urging me to keep him entertained in me so maybe he wouldn't leave again.

"Have any plans for tonight?"

I spoke again, trying to subtly hint my want for him that still wasn't sated. He smirked, my eyes drawn towards his lips. This time a soft pink shade.

He stood and I watched his actions as he moved to me, his body confident as he moved.

"No, but I'm sure we can come up with something to pass the time."

His playful tone was back and I felt my stomach stir with arousal. His arm had snaked around my neck, his legs resting either side of me as he settled in my lap.

My heart hammered in my chest. Loud enough that I'm sure he heard it. Soft lips enveloped mine, a subtle taste of strawberries. My hands found themselves on his hips, holding him closer as our lips moulded together.

Suddenly he was up and tugging my hand, a childlike gesture that made my heart stutter.

I followed him out, calling yet another taxi as we repeated our actions of the night before.

My hands roaming his body as we reached my apartment complex. The ride in the elevator was heated. Fingers pulling on clothes, lips leaving hot kisses along skin.

Finally the ding signaled we had arrived and we stumbled into the hallway. I pulled him with me as I opened my door. My lips immediately latching onto his as the door shut behind us.

My heart beating sporadically as I lead him to my room yet again.