Chapter 37 (re)
“ANGEL-BOY,” he said in disbelief, “You couldn’t think of anything better, hero, knight, prince, just
ANGEL-BOY.”
Was he actually attempting to have a normal conversation with her, while she wore a towel, with
NOTHING underneath? Sizing his body with an appreciative gaze, she halted on his neck.
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There was energy in the rooming off Kalbreal that wasn’t there a moment ago. It was highly
alluring as it drew her in, yet resisted at the same time. An aphrodisiac- teasing you,pelling you,
but never giving you a taste of its drug, never giving you the full pleasure of its addiction.
His muscr torso flexed, as he walked toward her. Kalbreal was lined, ripped, bulkier than she’d ever
thought she would like. Yet- Neither had she considered a possibility of standing with only a towel, in a
room with a man, or Angel built like a man, with his ribcage hidden away behind corsets of muscle.
His stature was lean, with an extensive eight pack, broadened shoulders to match a tall powerful frame.
She stood and stared longer than she knew could be legal. Her eyes sketching on his imprinted tattoos.
The few on his chest resembling a signature of something, surrounded by circles. There was one which
caught her eye, it was the only one which was ck, with an orange sh crossing through it. He was
an Angel.
an Angel,
She repeated the words in her mind, in hopes they might absorb into her emotions. She walked a step
closer, her face fixated on the mark marring his flesh above his heart.
Was it all orange or was it red? She couldn’t make out, but for the small bits of ck.
He turned toward the left, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor, only a few feet away from her, which gave
her a side view.
She admired the ck tattoo on his arm, it was symbolic, like fire wrapped in a pair of wings, but the
wings bled by a red vine of roses, as the thorns pierced through causing the blood to drip.
He noticed her examining his body and interrupted her, “So are you just going to stand there and stare
at me? Or are you going to take out your towel?”
Flushed by the gesture and the sudden exhrating heat in the room, her cheeks turned red as
thoughts prated her brain, was he inviting me to bed. His eyes twinkled in clear amusement, by her
reaction to his words, “Rx, I meant to change into your robe.”
He touched his chest, “This, it takes some getting used to, us Angels can be very appealing to one
without a mark.”
She exhaled loudly not sure whether to be relieved or not, she asked him, “Mark?”
“Nathan''s been assigned to exin it all to you tomorrow.”
“If that’s the case, can you wait outside, please?”
He looked at her with tiresome eyes, “No, Go change in the closet.”
She looked around from side to side, remaining in one ce, too nervous to take a step. She didn’t
hear him, sneak up behind her, not touching her, but still just a breath away, he whispered in her ear,
every breath he took as he spoke tickled her earlobe
“Turn around”
Her heart thumped, as she obeyed, she was instantly drawn in confusion to see him a few feet away
from her, sittingfortably on a ck suede chair.
He pointed to the closet, and she understood it, he was ying with her, making her weak, in ces
she didn’t want to feel weak, she knew it by the glimmer in his eyes, the arch of his eyebrow, and the
lick of his lip.
re grabbed the white robe off the bed and marched angrily toward the closet, too scared to
approach him in case he hurt her or worse, she killed an Angel, and became a fugitive on the run,
because if he didn’t watch himself she was going to lose it, very fast.
She mmed the door shut, it was really stupid she thought, but since she met Kalbreal it always
seemed like she was a game, a tease, YET he said it himself, he would take some getting used
to...