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 get very close.” 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.”
She pretended she didn’t hear me, but that was fine. If there was one thing I was, it was persistent, especially when it came to making the chicks fall for me. Angel would be no different. Soon enough I’d have her laid out under me, clothes off, and I’d worship every inch of that body. By the time she left my bed, she’d have no memory of any other guy.
Now that was a promise.