Likea mistake.
But he couldn’t bring herself to care as she placed her cold hands against his chest and looked up at him like that.
His hand around her waist tightened, bringing her flush against his body as she breathed out. And he breathed out. And it was all quiet until she broke it.
“Why don’t you ask me for a dance here Angel?”
The way she said hisname. He was going to have to ban it.
It was such afoolishthought, but Angel still couldn’t help pulling her closer. Couldn’t help tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as he replied just as quietly,
“Because the first time I ask you to dance with me,” he started and saw her eyes widen. Angel couldn’t help it, couldn’thelp himselfas his head lowered against the side of her neck. His lips hovered right above her skin, and he felt her body bow. Felt it press further against his.Fuck, this was bad. This was so bad…
Angel lifted his head, despite the urge to–
“You’re going to be sober.” He whispered and saw her eyes flutter close as his fingers dug into her waist. As the cold wind fluttered past them.
Her eyes shut as he brought her closer and despite his rational mind,despiteall of his mind screaming at him, placed his lips in the middle of her brows. Her breath left her in awhoosh,but the kiss was soft. Waseverythingand nothing all at once.
“And you’re going to remember every waking moment of it.”
* *
One would think being drunk would allow you to forget the nonsense you did. And that you would suffer with a headache instead. But Ray was born different.Hadto befucking different.
Because as she shot up from the bed with her eyes wide in surprise, her head didn’t pound with the ache from drinking too much. No, it was thegoddamnedmemories from last night.
I promise.
Ray’s lips parted, her hands ruffling through her messed-up hair as she remained seated in her bed. With the blankets tucked around her. Andwith the damned voice blaring through her head like a siren.
Everything came back like a shot in the dark, and Ray sat there, her hands in her head, her eyes wide as she recalled the things she’d done.
The thingshe’ddone.
“Hands up Ray.” He said, his voice so soft and so gentle. Even as she swayed. As her eyes shut, “Come on Storm. I’m just putting this sweater on you.”
A wretched sound left her throat as her gaze snapped back down. And as if confirming her thoughts, there it was. A beige sweater that wasn’t her size. A scent that wasn’t her own.Coffee, whiskey, and something that belonged solely to him.Ray’s fingers stalled in her hair and dropped down to her forehead. Recalling the soft press of his lips and–
“I’m going to stay for a while. Just until you ask me to go.”
Her face fell into her hands, another sound leaving the back of her throat as she recalled his soft fingers against her cheek. Against the back of her neck when he lay her on the bed.
“Go to sleep Storm.” He whispered and she’d never heard his voice like that. A part of her wanted to fall into it. Drown in those gentle waves as he brushed her hair back from her forehead, “You’re allowed to be like this only for tonight. Then you’re going to go back to hating me.”
“You have to.”
Her eyes snapped up, her hands flopping down beside her as she let out a tired breath. She’d deal with him later. Would think about himlater–
“Good morning, drunk head.”
Ray hurled a pillow to her side first. And only then did she scream.
Her breath left her lungs altogether when she saw Angel’s amber eyes narrow darkly as the pillow dropped down. Ray’s lips parted in a scoff, her brows scrunched,
“GodSantos. What thehellare you doing here?”
Those amber eyes flashed, and Angel got up too suddenly, making her jerk back suddenly. Ray reprimanded herself for her reaction, but he didn’t seem to care because he was angrily brushing the dust off his pants as he glared back at her,
