His Angel

Andrea, the daughter of Mr Jones, is always being abused both at home and in school. She meets Theodore who turns out to be her saviour. Saviour? More like her enemy.

After a turn of events Andrea claims to hate Theodore. There's a thin line between love and hate. Or was it even hatred in the first place?

__________________________________
"There is something..." He trailed of wiping the corner of my lips with his thumb and looked at me. "Oh it's nutella," I said and happily licked it off his thumb moaning. I love nutella so so much. I looked at him only to catch him staring at me. "What?" I asked. He lifted me up turning me around and sitting me on the counter making me squeal and hold on to him.

"Theodore," I giggled. "Hm?" He wrapped his right hand around my small waist and used his left hand to caress my cheek. He usually did this when he wanted a hug but this time he slammed his lips on mine without warning and kissed me. No I didn't kiss him back. I was too shocked to even react but the butterflies I felt in my stomach told me I liked it.

__________________________________
I do not own the picture used for the cover of the story. All rights go to it's owner.