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“That’s good. I was really ungrateful when I attacked you, by the way,” he says, scratching his arm. “You did save me from Adam. He wasn’t my favorite person on the planet,” he adds with a chuckle.
I smile so rarely I’m not even sure I’m doing it right. “He did become the vultures’ favorite person for a while.” I know my joke didn’t land when Angel cocks his head at me with a curious expression. “Because they ate him.”
I know I’ve overdone it when his pretty blue eyes widen. I guess that’s my cue to go.
I turn on my heel, mind overcome by a storm, but before I can touch the door handle, Angel collides with me and tightens his arms around my torso. “No. Don’t go. Don’t leave me here! The tunnels are terrifying, and the lamps can run out of battery.”
My stomach does that happy backflip again despite the pain in my arm when I raise it. “I… um… I’ve got spare batteries,” I say flatly, unsure what to make of it. My heart beats ever faster, but there’s a disconnect between my body and brain. Not with my dick though. His closeness is making me hard already, which will only embarrass us both.
“I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared,” Angel whispers against my shoulder, and a full-body shudder shakes him as I stiffen, unsure how to handle a situation like this. My club president, Prophet, would know, but I can’t tell him about Angel.
I swallow hard, trying to be logical. “Will it not bemorefrightening with me here?”
“No,” he replies almost immediately, and one of his hands travels up my torso, settling over my furiously beating heart. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s doing it on purpose.
“O-okay. But I’ll need to leave in the morning.”
What the fuck am I getting myself into?
Chapter 7
Angel
Creepdoesn’tsmellofanything in particular. Maybe some dust and sweat, after what we’ve been through in the tunnels. It’s weirdly comforting to know I’m not alone, and that I won’t be eaten by vultures any time soon.
I’ve got no idea where I am and why, but I need to tread lightly with Creep. I’d rather play the longer game with him, since he seems unwilling to hurt me, than force my way with a screwdriver again. It might be Stockholm Syndrome kicking in already, but it melted me a little that he brought me such a thoughtful gift. It’s a sign that he does have a heart.
I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t abducted me in the first place, but when he found me in that tunnel, the relief at seeing his facebecame the main emotion I associate with him, so instead of seeing him as a threat, I calm down in his presence.
I miss his solid form when he slides out of my grasp and locks the door. I want to reassure him that I won’t run again, but that would mean nothing to him right now. I gave him no reason to trust me, so I settle on the bed, watching him gravitate around the room, as if he’s self-conscious about my presence.
“So… why a cave? Carrying all this in here couldn’t have been easy.”
His expression tells me precisely nothing. He is a little flushed though. Is it because he knows this is a there’s-only-one-bed situation? I’m desperate to know so much more about him. His birth date has already told me a lot, but if I’m to crack what makes him tick, I’ll need more than my knowledge of astrology can provide.
It’s the first time I get to take a good long look at my new host. His hair is on the greasy side and a bit of a bird’s nest, but it’s thick, so nothing my skills can’t fix, if he lets me. I’ve often bartered my hairdressing or manicure skills for various services. After all, not every plumber is up for getting their dick sucked by a guy. Some don’t even have dicks. One thing my first insufferable ex was good for was putting me through beauty school.
I could even give Creep a facial of the non-sexual kind. His skin seems dry, and his lips could use some moisturizing. But his body? I wonder how it would feel on top of me.
“This cave is… You’ve seen the tunnels. It’s private.”
“Are you on the run from the law?” I ask without thinking, then place both my hands on my lips, worried I’ve overstepped.
“No. And I won’t have to be if you don’t tell anyone what I did.”
Creep turns around and opens the wardrobe. I hope he’s about to take off his top, so I get to see his back. I also like the way hemoves. He slouches, but it’s still like watching a predator roam around with their head low, not an overworked IT specialist.
I lick my lips. “No, of course not! I won’t be mourning that bastard, for sure!”
It’s a bit of a stretch, since I do feel uneasy about witnessing Adam’s death, but he was a shithead, and I don’t feel sorry that he’s gone. I should have known better than to fuck a Gemini. I’m just worried about potential consequences, which brings me back to the fact that it all happened in my home.
“Um… so… will I not be a suspect?”
“I cleaned things up.” Creep pulls out a T-shirt, identical to the other ten hung alongside it, and shows it to me. “Would you like a T-shirt to sleep in?”
Does hewantme to sleep in his clothes?
Scratch that.Iwant to sleep in his clothes.
