**This is the 1st chapter that has both Angel and Giselle's POV**

****Warning: Sex, love, and LUST****

💫ANGEL💫

Stepping into the shower, I prayed she joined me. All I craved was more intimacy. Not sex. Just intimate, private, personal interaction. To my surprise, she followed behind me almost immediately. As the water hit her skin, a beautiful glow washed over her. She didn't pay much attention to me at first. Just standing there, underneath the water, drenching her body and hair in the warmth of the shower. I leaned back on the wall opposite to the downpour of the showerhead, admiring her.

"What's wrong?" She finally acknowledged my glare, speaking just above a whisper.

"Nothing at all."

"Well, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're so beautiful, Giselle." Reaching out slowly, I ran my fingers through her wet hair. She watched me carefully, her chest rising and falling dramatically slow. I loved stirring her up.

"Thanks."

"I have a confession to make."

"Okay." I watched her as she tried to suck in a smile, pressing her lips together and exposing her dimples.

"I've never truly ignored you. I feel you every time you're around. I listen to every word you say. But—" thinking these thoughts were so much easier than trying to speak them. "I feel something that I don't understand, yet. And I'm sorry for mistreating you because of it."

"Thank you." Giselle took a deep breath. Then, with slight hesitation, stepped closer to me. "I feel something for you too, Angel. But I shouldn't. I mean...I can't." Before she said another word, she rubbed her hands up the front of me. From my stomach to my chest, and then around my neck.

"What do you feel?"

"I—feel different. I'm not going to lie and say it's always a good feeling, but I feel real. For the first time, I feel like someone sees me. And not just by looking but just understanding. You don't make me feel less than you or like a child. Your harshness is sometimes a type of truth that I'm not used to. I feel adored." Her lips spread and she lowered her head. "I've always felt pretty, but you make me feel like the only pretty girl in this world."

"Cause you're beautiful. That's more than pretty." I wrapped my hands around her waist, gripping her tightly and forcing her closer to me. "I promise I won't be mean to you anymore."

"I like when you're rough with me." She laughed.

"I like being rough with you. You're so fucking small." I couldn't help but smile, watching her melt beneath my glare.

"I want you so bad, Angel." When she exhaled those words, I felt her push up on me with desperation. I immediately hardened even more. She caught a glimpse, looking downward and quickly looking back to me.

"Clearly, I want you too." I huffed, leaning down towards her beautiful face. Those perfectly pink lips were calling out to me, whispering my name through the mists of the moment.

"So, kiss me." Looking up at me from where she stood, those doe eyes cried out to me in the most lust-filled way, causing a painless ache in my gut that made me breathe a little harder.

I did exactly that. Scooping her tiny body from where she stood, I heard a gasp leave her mouth as her feet left the floor. To secure her position in my arms, I cupped her right underneath her ass and squeezed roughly, digging my fingertips into her flesh. I took one last look at her innocent features. The features God had taken his time to piece together. The features that were designed specifically with me in mind, because they were everything that I loved. I could drown over and over in those ocean blue eyes, washing over me like a tidal wave seeking destruction. Her smooth milky skin was without one single flaw and makeup never did it any justice. Those lips. God, those lips were a sin of their own, drawing every lustful thought from within me as they pleaded to collide with mine. And collide, they did.

Giselle must've grew tired of waiting for me to make a move. Like every time before, she took the lead and kissed me gently, urging for my tongue to come out and play by licking her warm tongue across my lip. I took the bate, opening my mouth to let her in. I met her halfway, like a guard protecting it's kingdom, my own tongue blocked her entrance as the fight til the death began. Her tongue against mine, fighting, flipping and interlacing, caused a heat to brew inside of me. My body was burning with a sensation that the devil himself couldn't even compete with. I knew that if I didn't put an end to what we had going on, I would demolish her. And I wasn't ready for that. I wanted to slow down. I wanted to take my time. Because the part of her I wanted was still waiting on me to be brave enough to explore it.

I moved my head back to avoid the next kiss she tried to plant on my lips.

"I wasn't done talking." I teased. "Want to know how you make me feel?"

She shook her head up and down, clearly unable to speak.

I adjusted her in my arms, pushing my back firmly onto the wall to remain balanced. "Right before meeting you, I gave up on my feelings. I was—I am hurt. A little tainted. The pain of my past destroyed a lot of the good in me. But when I saw that bright blond hair and dazzling smile, my world lit up. Imagine living in the dark for years and then someone comes and turns the lights on."

"I turned the lights on?" She giggled nervously.

"No. You are the light."

All of a sudden that playful smile and giggle disappeared. The way she peered into my eyes. The way those ocean blues shimmered beneath the dim lighting like twinkling stars in a dark night's sky. I would've thought she would love to hear those words from me, but somehow, she appeared sad from them. I put her back down onto the shower floor, watching as she immediately avoided me and turned back towards the water. First, she adjusted the temperature, then let the hot shower pour down over her once more. My brain started working a million thoughts a second. Did I overshare? Did she not feel as strongly for me? I didn't even tell her I loved her yet. I didn't even ask if Loki was right in assuming she loves me. What the fuck did I say that would cause her eyes to slightly well and her spirit to sink down the fucking drain? What was it that she wasn't telling me?

💫GISELLE💫

I turned back towards Angel, who I caught watching me. I wasn't sure how long he'd been staring, but I could tell it had been a while. I felt like an experiment, under close observation by my evil scientist. The way his microscopic gaze analyzed my movements and my reactions. This daunting feeling ran through my body as I tried to read into his analysis. There was no way, of course, I could have been fully aware of the risks of his obstruction. What to make of it? I had no idea.

"Nobody has ever kissed me the way you kiss me." I confessed, not turning to face him yet.

"Hmph." What kind of response was that? Had he nothing else to say?

Silence.

Finally, I turned to face him again. What I saw in him was what I least expected. It wasn't lust. It wasn't pain. It wasn't my dark and lonely boy. It was confidence. It was satisfaction. It was vulnerability. It was love. I walked up to him slowly, careful not to make moves sudden enough to rip him from his trance. His eyes trailed my body and I loved the way they admired me. I wanted him to say more. My heart ached for his words. His praises. For once, I found myself desperately in love with the idea of he and I, entangled in our messy love. A love neither of us were brave enough to admit, yet unwilfully exuded with every breath we took.

Instead of finding something slick to say, I raised onto my toes and pressed my mouth onto his. The moment our lips touched my body ached. I sank into his arms as he gripped me tightly. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I wanted more of him. He kissed me gently, something I wasn't used to from him. He was usually a tad bit rough with me. I could tell he was trying to control himself. I didn't want him to. I wanted him to lose his mind, completely manic enough to deserve the constrictions of a straitjacket. Go crazy for me with all that passion he kept locked beneath his inked skin and poison-filled veins. Parting my lips, I eased my tongue onto his lips just like before, as if I was a stranger, knocking on his door and waiting to be let in. Within seconds, I was granted access again. I rolled my tongue onto his, tasting a warm minty solution at the base of his mouth. I prayed he entertained my notion and joined me on one of the possible worst decisions of the day. He did

The control he had a handle on loosened. His hand went around my throat as he turned me around and pushed me against the shower wall he once occupied. I gasped, caught off guard by his aggression. He lightly growled as he lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist. I tightened my arms around him, the other foot hardly grounded. He kissed me hard. Rough. Intensely. His grip tightened around my neck, and I loved every dangerous moment of it. As if I wasn't already suffocated in the fogs of desire that hazed over us. As if I hadn't already lost full sight of reality and the consequences bound to come after me from just the thoughts, alone, in my head. Finally, he disconnected the union of our lips and ran his tongue down the side of my face to my neck. Panting breathlessly, I had no idea how to cope. The electricity in that shower was strong enough to black out the entire city, leaving only us lit and fueled from lust. Or love. Or what was this?

"We can't." I mumbled.

"Okay." He whispered back, licking and sucking all over my body.

Unable to speak. I lowered my hands from around his shoulders, running my fingers over the tattoos covering his chest. Then, I made my way down to his waist line. "If you dance with the devil, you may as well lead", it read in small, detailed font. I traced over the letters with my fingers. Wrapping my hands around it and pulling him towards me one last time. He was alive down there, pointing right at me. I lifted my leg back around him and pulled him into me slowly, as I locked my lips with his. Unable to contain the pleasure of his large rock hardness entering me, I moaned joyously, a smile spread across my face. He sang a heavenly tune into my mouth as I soaked him inside my dungeon of love. Shaky breaths escaped my mouth when he pushed deeper, watching closely for my reaction. I broke out in a sweat almost immediately, finding it hard to breath. Hard to exist as myself any longer. This was not Giselle Mone. I was behaving so far out of character that I hardly recognized myself. But I loved her. I loved the Giselle that Angel brought out. But still, what was I doing?

"We can't." He growled into my mouth. "Giselle, you said we—"

I wanted to rebuttal. I wanted to say, "fuck what I said", but I was right the first time and he was right in reminding me. We couldn't. I couldn't.

"Okay." I whispered in a whine that child would sang to get their way with their parents.

Before he regained his self-control, he slammed into me one last time, grunting loudly as his body collided with mine. He pushed so hard into me I lost the feeling in my legs. Lips parting, forming the O that produced no sound, my eyes squeezed shut instinctively. Then he kissed my neck, releasing his grasp around it, quickly removing himself and turning back towards the water. I watched him finish himself off, which only took about six strokes. His other hand pressed up against the shower wall, head lowering as the water washed over him. I watched as he released his sins onto the tub floor, moaning lightly, "fuck Giselle", as each drop washed down the drain. When he was done, he got out. I stood there for a second, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Out of all the years I'd spent in love with my high school sweetheart. Out of all the years I'd spent one hundred percent sure I'd marry Aaron. Out of all the years I rested assured that Aaron was the love of my life, I had an ample amount of doubt in all of those ideas. Aaron didn't make me boil over like a fucking pot of tea. Aaron didn't take every breath out of my body, leaving me lifelessly in love. Aaron didn't cause a certain nausea in my belly at the thought of our touch disconnecting before I was ready. No. That wasn't what Aaron did for me at all. This was new. This was fresh. This was real. This was love?

When I stepped from behind the curtain that shaded our lust-filled intermission, Angel was still in his towel, standing at the sink staring at himself in the mirror. My first thought was, "How vain", but the longer I watched, the more I realized he was not admiring himself. He was dissecting himself. He was picking himself apart internally and it was painful to watch. Not wanting to intrude on his moment, I began drying myself, moisturizing my skin and grabbed my bag to get dressed. That's when he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"Are you okay? Are we okay?" He thought there was a 'we'? He sensed I was affected by our last-minute decision to slow down. He could tell I was ripping myself apart inside but had no idea why. He actually cared that I was feeling something different. I knew I had to leave Aaron at that point. I knew I wanted Angel in more ways than anyone would ever admit. What the entire fuck?

***Author's Words****

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