Page 42 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)

“Amelia? I barely knew her. I don’t know her personally.

But I know how women operated on being annoyingly territorial.

It’s not a pretty sight for them. They look like wild dangerous animals aiming for the fresh meat to feed for their starvation.

Girls like that reeked desperation and jealousy turns guys off. ”

“Don’t you mean Emily,” I corrected him.

“Huh?”

“Her name’s actually Emily, not Amelia.”

“Is it, really? I’m pretty sure that’s her name,” he said with confidence.

I shook my head. “Mrs. Rivers mentioned her name quite a few times. So did I.”

Nodded, Adrian acknowledged his mistake.

My head angled to the side, confused. “So, how do you handle girls who wouldn’t leave you alone?”

“I tell them to fu—,” he said, pausing at my expression before he cleared his throat in correction.

“I told them to go away. If they fight me, I fight back. Simple as that—just verbal. Their fight wasn’t worth invested into, invested my precious time into.

Women like that sabotaged all sorts of fun in ways than one.

My friends were not having it, either. We weren’t children anymore.

Kids fight over dolls and race cars, but for me,” his voice trailed off, eyes dulled, mindlessly shaking his head, “my life’s already a mess as it is.

I don’t need another one to become as my new nuisance.

They’re giving me a headache much faster than a speeding ticket. ”

Confused, my head tipped. “They don’t bring their partners at all?”

I was confused, not knowing what he meant by speeding ticket. Extension of my knowledge was limited at the concept of bond between man and woman aside the sacred texts of Ahab and Jezebel or King Solomon in the Holy Writ.

He clicked his tongue. “They do, as long as they don’t mess things up. Especially at the place my friends wanted to go to. We mostly play video games and eat junk food, drinking nightly beverages.”

The back of my head rested on the wall, eyeing him. “Oh.”

“Oh?” A faint smile made way to his face, a sly hint fixated. “Are you expecting me to take with you?”

I stood my ground. “N-no, I wasn’t—”

Despite the flush spread across my face.

Flustered, I didn’t avert my face and locked my focus on him head on.

But I did at the last seconds before instilled my composure.

I had to act normal, pretending I was talking to Micah.

Micah…with…long blondish hair in slight curls and dreamlike hues, towering height, possessed a charmed grin, entertained at my quiet agitation.

He chortled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. But I must say, it’s cute when you get all red and shy.”

Normally I don’t easily get flustered. My fair complexion flustered during summertime or if it’s from a frosty climate peeking into the attic room.

My cheeks got redder, and his sly smirk got cheekier.

But something about Adrian, has unlocked something in me, this awfully foreign feeling stirred in my chest, but I couldn’t pinpoint.

Oh, that devilish man.

My eyes fixated onto his dimple dented on his beardless complexion. “I assume you’re taken, I can tell based on how you explained, or how you’re familiar with somebody. I assumed Emily is your partner,” I said, without stutter, without the heart wrenching in the chest.

Sighing, he grimaced, a horrifyingly hideous effect twisted on his angelic visage. “Emily’s not my type.”

What did he mean by that?

A buzzing silence befell and grew between us, as if divided. The air condition halted its breeze at the air duct, and the used trays were unwashed.

I could almost hear their laughter, picturing them dancing together, enjoying one another, and share a deep kiss in the dark despite the events was happening now, with me, remaining in the midst the annex of the church’s backdoors was…caving in.

Tossing the unnecessary assumptions and worst scenarios aside, I decided to give him a chance for an explanation. If I stayed, there’s a chance I might know—obtained a full knowledge. In unison, a part of me wishes of being na?ve and listless, to be content with what I possessed now.

“Then, who is it?” I softly uttered.

My heart thumped faster, skin went clammy underneath my veiled attire.

Without so much of a second thought, Adrian clashed his lips, collided with mine.

Squealed, I staggered back, but Adrian snatched and yanked my waist, holding me, not letting me go. His kisses deepened each time, keeping me from abscond within his grasp.

My heart leapt, leapt higher than last. My belly twisted and stiffened, scorching and coiling harder. The world around me swirled, my hands curled as my fingernails clamped, dented the nails in.

“We can’t do it here,” I told him, gently shoving him back, placid air poked on his lips. “The Lord is watching.”

I revisited yesterday’s confrontation, a confrontation where he placed his kiss on me in the pouring rain and a thin mist that last a day.

The thrum in his mouth vibrated a hum, cupping my face as the tip on his thumb stroke my lips, his gaze lingered on my lips. “ Let the Lord watch .”

Hungrily, Adrian plunged in for a deeper kiss, his large, veiny hands caressing, slithering over my bodice, yanking me to close the gap.

Stiffened by his touch, his hand reassured me, cradling over the back of my head as he pecked his lips from the corners of my jaw trailed down to the nape.

Exasperated, realization dawned on me that a veiled fabric shielded my neck from the trail of his sappy kiss.

His wet lips moved and pecked it several times, but the familiarity of shared love is veiled and restricted.

Groaning, I pulled him closer towards me, wanting to savor, fingernails raking on his back as his voice withheld his rasping moans, and grating against my ear, like my body, my hands had a mind of its own, whirlwind emotions seeped into him, and our fears evaporated.

“ Eva ,” he rasped, his breath catching up in the heat, cupping my face in tender shift. “Eva, please .”

Squeezing me in between the weight of his arms, his veiny hands roaming down on my slimmed waist, clutched to my bony hips, yanking me closer, his lips breathed—moaned—into my ear.

Gasping, my focus darted on his trousers, a huge dent protruded between his legs—grinding against me.

Each time he grinds, his kisses grew more passionate, his yearning and hunger stirred in between my legs, tingling.

My intentions were to pull myself apart from his touch, yet he has other ideas.

“Not here,” I told him, rasping for air. “Not now. We’re at the church.”

“I had to see you,” he reasoned, as if he’s dying of thirst.

“But you’re here with me,” I remarked, tugging him closer timidly, shaken.

He chortled, caressing my veiled head. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?

” Pressing his forehead aligned to mine, rubbing.

“My, you’re a good angel—a very good angel.

” Locking his lips again, tangled his slicked tongue, danced and overlapped, tugging my lower lip with his teeth.

My tongue tangled and danced alongside, but my pace was slow, his was quick and desperate, like his fervent of the air I breathed, the ground I crossed on, and the touches I supplanted.

I sighed in content, clasping a fistful of his hair locks, matching pace. Slight curls bounced and tickled the exposed part on my face. Accidently pulling myself away for a quick breath, only for Adrian cupped my back head and pulled me harder for my lips to capture his once again.

His bulge hardened through his black-leathered trousers, rousing, as does his breath. His breath mingled mine, his alabaster countenance pressed, bodies mingling in fractioned heat each time we pressed and folded to one another.

Adrenaline rushed in my cooled veins, somewhat pleading him, pleading him to stay, to keep this tepid sensation beside me.

The long years of solitude in the attic dropped colder and colder as I’ve grown older, unfamiliar what’s like to sleep on a mattress being able to stay awake until the sun glows behind the soft curtains, or when the rain falls, but I’m nowhere near asleep, I’m wide awake, a man standing before me—close to me. Is this how warmth feels like?

“But I can’t take you here,” he said, slightly pulling away.

Tepidness had gone in slight chill, my lips bruised and swelled at his deep kisses.

“Not like this.” His once gleeful eyes went despondent.

“You’re too…beautiful and kind; you shouldn’t get a crappy treatment from me.

You need a nice, appropriate setting, a suitable place for us to be alone together…

” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I wanted to do this properly. I want to get to know you well. But my mind can’t seem to grasp things, things on how I should make next move on without making you upset and run off disappearing without a trace. ”

My emerald eyes welled up. Stomach bubbling to a pin-drop, unknowingly swayed at his attempt, unable to say a word on the spot. This unfamiliar feeling I couldn’t seem to stomach in, though it’s not a rough or uneasy sensation.

As he went back up to his towering form, my gloved hand grasped his bicep, much to his surprise.

“Don’t go,” I murmured, setting my bravery upfront.

His thin brow flicked up. “So you want the Lord to watch us?”

My tongue clicked in disapproval. “I mean, didn’t you say that not too long ago?”

“I did say that.”

“Now you want to…leave?” I stammered, my face lowered as my hands were on his chest.

“I don’t want to scare you with my colossal height,” he teased. “Besides,” his fingers gripped on my chin, “I don’t want to scare you.”

Recollecting my breath, I stood taller. “At first, maybe, but now…I’m not too sure.”

His brows knitted, concerned. “Are you afraid of me, Eva?”

Shaking my head, I’ve found an answer. “No.”