Drugged Angel

Chapter 8

The rustling of sheets woke me.

The movement so subtle and gentle I almost fell back asleep.

Almost.

My eyes opened and I watched as the gorgeous blue eyed boy pulled on his dark leather pants. Moonlight pouring in from the window and casting an ethereal glow on his skin, his tattoos almost shimmering under the rays. His nimble fingers pulling up the zipper of his pants. My mind disappointed and silently wishing he'd pull it back down.

"Stay."

It was quiet, but he glanced up. Conflicted emotions flitted across his eyes. I could feel the welcomed throb of the marks he had left behind, joining the ones from before.

He stood still for what felt like an eternity, then a subtle shake of the head as he searched for his shirt.

"Let me make you breakfast."

Again he paused, eyes glancing to me then away. He found his shirt. using it as a distraction from my pending request.

The digital clock next to my bed glowed the time, 3:47AM. I sighed as I watched him.

"Or at least tell me your name, please?"

I sounded pathetic. Laying in my own bed while begging a stranger to stay. He was quiet, slipping his shirt over his head.

"Noah."

It was so quiet that I almost missed it. But I didn't.

I smiled wide, my heart back to its incessant fluttering. Faltering slightly when he opened the door but still there nonetheless.

"Bye Adrian."

I sat up, watching his back as he moved.

"Bye Noah."

A small smile graced his lips and he glanced back, then left.

***

His name rattled through my head the whole day.

It fitted him perfectly, I smiled subconsciously.

I was absolutely smitten with this boy.

The sun hit my eyes, making me wince. I was walking again, the crisp air making my skin flush. It had snowed a few days ago, small piles of snow were littered around. Glistening as they held onto life just a little longer.

My feet took me back to the bar. I stopped, hesitating, watching everyone pass by.

After a still moment I pushed opened the door. Warmth immediately hugged my body, drawing me in and providing an odd comfort.

There weren't many people inside. Two people at one table and one sitting at the end of the bar. The bartender gave me a nod, a tilted smile. Almost mocking.

I sat at the bar, studying the wood details then heard someone clear their throat. I tilted my gaze up, the bartender stood in front of me. His smile still present. My eyes drifted over him, examining him now that I had the chance.

Dark brown eyes that flickered dangerously, black hair dipping down his structured face. High cheek bones and thin lips. I glanced away, feeling almost guilty.

"Do you want a drink or did you just come here for the view?"

I blushed. His voice was deep, a gravelly sound that tickled my ears.

"I um, I actually wanted to ask you something."

I looked back at him, his head tilted slightly. A curious look flickered across his eyes.

"And what might that be?"

That tone. almost like he was teasing me. Almost like he knew I was smitten with a stranger.

"That kid that's in here occasionally, Noah. what do you know about him?"

Stalker.

I avoided my thoughts. Keeping my focus on the asian man as he glanced around.

"Why should I tell you anything?"

A good question. One I didn't have an answer to.

A shrug sufficed, he probably thought I was a rapist.

"I like him, but don't know much about him."

A sliver of confidence had returned, soon to retreat so I had to be quick.

"Noah huh? You know how old he is?"

My heart stopped.

My mouth blanched.

How could I have been so stupid?

The first thing you ask is age. I was a rapist. I would get charged with assaulting a minor then get a prison sentence. I can't believe I was so reckless.

A laugh echoed in my ears, deep and rumbly.

"I'm joking, I'm joking. He's of age don't worry."

My heart started again. A breath left my lips and I closed my eyes.

"Why would you joke about that?"

He gave a shrug, not a response. but I left it be.

"Whatever, what can you tell me?"

I spoke again, watching his hands as he cleaned a few glasses.

"Not much, he comes in most nights. Gets a martini and always sits at the same table. He took quite the liking to you, he never approaches anyone."

I smiled, my heart fluttering at the thought. My possessive side coming through as I thought of him as my own.

"Anything else? A job? Something?"

He shook his head, hands now wiping the counter. I shifted my arms to let him work. Eventually thanking him and headed back into the cold.

It was dark as I stepped out. Guess I was inside for longer than I thought.

I let out a sigh, my breath fogging up before dissipating. The small layer of snow crunched under my feet as I walked.

I glanced up across the road, seeing a couple bundled together. A cigarette shared between the two of them.

I smiled, watching the smoke drift for a moment before I returned home to my empty thoughts that only screamed one thing.

Noah.