edge. I need to figure out what he does before I end up going to jail for being an accessory.
“Hey Angel,” I call.
“Yeah, give me a second. I’ll be out in a minute,” he calls back.
I put on my jeans and throw on my signature tank with a hoodie over. I make my way to the couch, planning all the questions I’m going to ask him. I get so lost in thought that I jump when he pokes me.
“Seriously, you have to stop spacing out , Nevaeh. Someone could get the upper hand on you,” he chuckles.
I glare at him and his face becomes serious.
“So Mr. Mysterious, I just realized I have no idea where you work or when you work. It’s like your home when I leave and when I get back. So what’s your story Angel, where do you work?” I pin him with a ‘don’t bullshit me’ look.
“Well I don’t really have to work ,” he shrugs.
“Wait, what? How is that an answer? I mean why not?” I’m so confused by his answer that I don’t make sense , even to myself.
“Well you know how I told you I’m like you, a recovering addict?”
I nod.
“My father owned some oil wells her e in Texas and when he passed this year, the ownership of the wells went to me.”
My mouth drops open and I’m sure my eyes are as big as one of those anime type characters, because he laughs.
“So let me get this straight. Your dad owns a few oil wells, which are now yours, so working isn’t necessary for you?”
“Well I don’t have to work; I mean I do because there are some things that need my signature. Those few oil mills I own are part of a company that I’m also the co-owner of,” he looks uncomfortable.
“So you own part of an oil digging company , too? Wow, way to make me feel insignificant,” I force a laugh.
“The beauty of an only child and an inheritance ...”
“Alright , that’s extremely impressive.”
“Don’t. Don’t do that. I’m still me no matter how I make money , Nevaeh, so get that look off your face,” he looks away.
I do what he asks and say one word , “Cool.”
The rest of the day we lounge around and eat snacks while watching movies. I somehow end up with my head in his lap. He’s running his fingers through my long hair, making me sleepy.
I shiver and snuggle in closer to the warmth, when an arm tightens around me. My body goes rigid and my eyes fly open I notice I’m lying on Angel’s chest and that his eyes are now open in response to my going rigid, looking for danger. When he realizes it was just me reacting to our closeness, he starts rubbing circles on my back, and places a kiss on the top of my shoulder. That does the trick. My body begins relaxing and I drift off again as he slowly draws patterns on my back.
I forget that I have issues; I forget everything but this moment right now. I let the feeling of being in Angels arms, lying on his chest, fill me up and chase away all the self -doubt. I can slowly feel the happiness swirling inside me. If I can feel like this every day, then that’s what I want that. I need that. That’s when the decision is made, Not that there was any other choice, but I just had to admit it to myself.
“Okay,” I tell him.
“Okay what, babe?” his voice is husky, sleepy.
I lift my head up to look down at him, “Us. I’m ready for us. I don’t need to figure out who I am, because when I’m with you, I’m me. If it means I get to feel this way all the time, then that’s what I want. I want you”
I don’t shy away like I normally would, I stand, well, lay my ground. I wait to see what he’s going to say. But when a few minutes go by and he hasn’t said anything, I get worried. I start shutting down, preparing myself for the worst. The inner voices start ricocheting through the recesses of my mind, I the guys; voices, the guys from the past, the guys that I’ve blocked out for so long. See you’re not good enough. He doesn’t really want YOU; he just wants what’s inside those tight jeans. I look away and roll off of him.
“Hey Angel,” I call.
“Yeah, give me a second. I’ll be out in a minute,” he calls back.
I put on my jeans and throw on my signature tank with a hoodie over. I make my way to the couch, planning all the questions I’m going to ask him. I get so lost in thought that I jump when he pokes me.
“Seriously, you have to stop spacing out , Nevaeh. Someone could get the upper hand on you,” he chuckles.
I glare at him and his face becomes serious.
“So Mr. Mysterious, I just realized I have no idea where you work or when you work. It’s like your home when I leave and when I get back. So what’s your story Angel, where do you work?” I pin him with a ‘don’t bullshit me’ look.
“Well I don’t really have to work ,” he shrugs.
“Wait, what? How is that an answer? I mean why not?” I’m so confused by his answer that I don’t make sense , even to myself.
“Well you know how I told you I’m like you, a recovering addict?”
I nod.
“My father owned some oil wells her e in Texas and when he passed this year, the ownership of the wells went to me.”
My mouth drops open and I’m sure my eyes are as big as one of those anime type characters, because he laughs.
“So let me get this straight. Your dad owns a few oil wells, which are now yours, so working isn’t necessary for you?”
“Well I don’t have to work; I mean I do because there are some things that need my signature. Those few oil mills I own are part of a company that I’m also the co-owner of,” he looks uncomfortable.
“So you own part of an oil digging company , too? Wow, way to make me feel insignificant,” I force a laugh.
“The beauty of an only child and an inheritance ...”
“Alright , that’s extremely impressive.”
“Don’t. Don’t do that. I’m still me no matter how I make money , Nevaeh, so get that look off your face,” he looks away.
I do what he asks and say one word , “Cool.”
The rest of the day we lounge around and eat snacks while watching movies. I somehow end up with my head in his lap. He’s running his fingers through my long hair, making me sleepy.
I shiver and snuggle in closer to the warmth, when an arm tightens around me. My body goes rigid and my eyes fly open I notice I’m lying on Angel’s chest and that his eyes are now open in response to my going rigid, looking for danger. When he realizes it was just me reacting to our closeness, he starts rubbing circles on my back, and places a kiss on the top of my shoulder. That does the trick. My body begins relaxing and I drift off again as he slowly draws patterns on my back.
I forget that I have issues; I forget everything but this moment right now. I let the feeling of being in Angels arms, lying on his chest, fill me up and chase away all the self -doubt. I can slowly feel the happiness swirling inside me. If I can feel like this every day, then that’s what I want that. I need that. That’s when the decision is made, Not that there was any other choice, but I just had to admit it to myself.
“Okay,” I tell him.
“Okay what, babe?” his voice is husky, sleepy.
I lift my head up to look down at him, “Us. I’m ready for us. I don’t need to figure out who I am, because when I’m with you, I’m me. If it means I get to feel this way all the time, then that’s what I want. I want you”
I don’t shy away like I normally would, I stand, well, lay my ground. I wait to see what he’s going to say. But when a few minutes go by and he hasn’t said anything, I get worried. I start shutting down, preparing myself for the worst. The inner voices start ricocheting through the recesses of my mind, I the guys; voices, the guys from the past, the guys that I’ve blocked out for so long. See you’re not good enough. He doesn’t really want YOU; he just wants what’s inside those tight jeans. I look away and roll off of him.
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