Irene's POV
I wake up slogging around the bed when I feel a strong chest besides me and I instantly get up in undertaker style. The giant besides me was no one but Chris. Let's just say that yesterday's kiss made him waitback. Goatish head. Perhaps it's not love, but people that shakes our belief! and perhaps it's not their mistakes, but the cruel fate that verdicts our connection. I do believe that the universe peaks upon us everytime we call for help. And secretly sends an angel in our lives. But not to make our battles easy, but to make our journey a little less lonely, and a little more happy! I can't believe that I have a supernatural freak in my room and I kissed him. Like wow. But wait... what sort of supernatural is he? A fallen angel or a vampire or a werewolf, he might be a wolf... since he is so warm! Maybe something else? Who knows, but this pretty face is a work of art. Pfft. I sigh as I smile looking at him.
"Irene. Hope you are up. Come down for breakfast kiddo."
"Coming Mom, I just woke up, let me have a quick shower." My mom yells in affirmation and I get out of bed after giving a final glance to the giant in my bed.
I take my clothes and walk in the shower. As the warm water falls on my skin, I smile and sigh in relief. Today is going to be so hectic. I have a test today for which I haven't even prepared. And then there is that big secret. But for now, all that matters is this stress relieving hot water and nothing else. After a good 20 minutes of soap and shower I dry myself with a towel and put on my undergarments followed by my jeans and top only to realise I didn't bring my top inside the shower. GREAT! I quietly peek out the bathroom door and find the giant missing. He must have left. RUDE! But also I am relieved. I walk out wrapping a towel around my chest.
"There is no point in wearing that when you are alone in your room." I gasp at the sudden voice and drop the towel on the floor leaving my half covered breast open.
"CHRIS!" "I like the view." He says and I look down to hide my fkushed face. I cover myself with my hands. "Stop intruding and turn around." I almost yell-whisper. I definietly don't want my parents to know the scene going up here. They would die of heartattck. He turns around. "Chill I won't look. I promise. But, you look hot in Red." I widen my eyes and yell shut up at him. Idiot
I take my top and rush inside the bathroom again. I change and come back in the room to find him gone? WHO THE FUCK IS HE! A GHOST?
"I am your lover, sweetheart." He whispers behind from behind me and places a hand on my waist. Men, these butterflies. Ugh. "You should have told me you are in the room." "I didn't know you would come here wrapped in a towel." He says, his lips nuzzling against my ear. I don't know if this is a girl thing or not, but as he grabbed me by my stomach from back and nuzzled on my ear as his breath was mingling on my neck, oh boi... I was feeling weak in knees. Irene. Calm yourself.
"Good morning." I said changing the subject.
"I hope all my mornings to be this good and I wish they would smell so awesome." Does he even realise that because of his effect, my throat is hitched in my throat now. He giggles for some reason.
You mean, your breath is hitched in your throat? He asks softly. I forgot he could read minds.
"Irene, darling. Hurry, you will run late for school."
"Chris... leave me." I whisper.
"Irene?" Mom yells again.
"Coming, Mom." I yell back, trying my best to sound cheerpy.
"Chris..." I turn back and face his chest to see that look again, just that his eyes were now a different shade of blue. Crystal... Blue. Oh, he looked hot.
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Resurrected From Death
FantasyIrene Davis, a high school teenager becomes miserable after a bad break up. But her life is twisted with lots of supernatural stuff, which Irene has no memory of. She is just left with a hole in her memory, which has been bugging her since quite a...
