Page 13 of Ticket to the Stars: Part One

“Hi,” he said, still grinning that half grin. “You must be Angel. I’m Priest.”

Oh, right. I couldn’t tell these guys my real name. From here on out, I was Angel.

Before I could tell him, yes, I was indeed Angel, he took my hand into his and led me to the nearest couch. His hand was so large it dwarfed mine, and I was so taken aback by his presence here and how forward he was that I didn’t resist him.

Priest sat me down on the couch right next to the armrest, and then he sat on my other side, still holding onto my hand. His other arm lifted to the cushion behind me. The way he sat, how he still held onto my hand, coupled with how tall he was, it was like he boxed me in.

I had the feeling this guy never took no for an answer. Then again, I also had the feeling this guy never received any no answers, because every girl with eyes probably tripped over themselves to get to him.

“So,” Priest spoke, leaning in toward me, “tell me all there is to know about you, Angel.”

I wanted to tell him to let me go, to stop touching me, but for some reason, I was trapped, pinned down by his gray, silvery stare.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

Chapter Six – Priest

Ramona should’ve expected I’d come home early. I mean, I wanted to meet this Angel chick before anyone else did—and boy, was I glad I did. The moment I saw her walk out of the hallway, I couldn’t hide the smile that crept along my lips.

She was hot. Short but curvy, with a pair of nice, round tits.

And her hair was a flawless white, framing her face in a way that made me want to tangle my hands into it, tug it back, and… do things Ramona wouldn’t approve of.

I mean, shit. I was supposed to live with this girl and keep my hands off her? That wasn’t very fair, was it?

So, I brought her to the couch and sat right there next to her. I had my left arm resting on the couch above her shoulders, while my right hand still held onto hers. My body leaned in toward hers, and I said, “So, tell me all there is to know about you, Angel.”

She had the prettiest blue eyes, and she couldn’t take them off me. She bit her bottom lip, and I let my gaze drop to her mouth. Such a supple mouth… it was easy to imagine that mouth kissing my neck, trailing down my chest and stomach until it reached a certain part of me…

What good were rules if they weren’t meant to be broken? This rule—the one Ramona had declared in front of us all, that Angel wasn’t supposed to be touched—was just begging to be broken.

“Um,” Angel swallowed, sounding a little awkward. Which I understood; I could come on a little strong. “Nothing.”

“Oh, come on. Surely there’s lots to know about you.” When she said nothing, I went on, “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you a little about me, first. I’ll break the ice for you. I’m Priest, which you already knew… but did you know that you and I are going to be singing together?”

“No.”

That got me to smile harder. “No? Well, we are. You and I are going to getveryclose.” When she let out a shaky breath, I asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable by holding your hand, Angel?”

“No,” she said quickly. “I mean, yes—”

“All right.” I let go of her hand, moving mine to rest it on her knee instead. “There. Is that better?”

“Um, no.”

“You don’t sound too sure about that.” I couldn’t stop smiling. This girl was cute. And the way she was all flustered, just by a little hand-holding, was adorable. I wasn’t used to cute, adorable, and hot all rolled up into one. Usually, the girls who went rabid for me… let’s just say cute wasn’t a word I’d ever use to describe them.

See? Angel was on her own level already.

“Ramona said—”

I shrugged it off. “Ramona says lots of things. Sometimes, it’s more fun being the rebel. I bet you’re a rebel, aren’t you?”

She seemed to come into herself then, because she straightened out, pushed my hand off her knee, and stated, “I’m not, actually. I like rules, and I think you need to give me space. I don’t know you, Priest, and I don’t want your hands all over me, okay?” After that, she got up and stormed away, disappearing down the hall and shutting herself in her room.

Ooh. So she could be a little feisty. I liked that. I liked that a lot.

I leaned my head back on the couch and called after her, “I can’t wait to get to know you better, Angel.”

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