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💫GISELLE💫

"She would've loved you. Especially for me." He finished.

"You think so?" I smiled.

"I know so. All you're really missing is a twin sister for her to date. Or brother."

"What?" I took a few sips of my wine.

"We made this ridiculous pact to marry twin siblings. Stupid, I know...but that's just how inseparable we were."

"I wish I had a sibling." I sighed. "It sounds like she completed you. I love that."

"She did. But now—"

"Now your future just looks a little bit different. All hope isn't lost though. You know that, right?"

"Of course." Angel lowered his chin and I could see him getting lost in his own head. So, I reached over the table, placed my fingers on his chin, lifting it back up so that his eyes could meet mine.

"There's a beauty in you that no one or nothing can take away. All hope is not lost. You're an amazing man and there are endless possibilities waiting for you to explore them."

"Thanks." Angel removed my hand from his chin and held on to it as we both gazed into an endless sea of hope. No more words were spoken for a while. Lost in those steel, cold, but heartwarming eyes sent me into momentous loop of possibilities. Our possibilities.

I remember thinking, "this could actually work. We can really do this; become a couple, love one another correctly, build a life together". I wished, more times than I could count, that I knew what he was thinking. Were we on the same page? Did he want the same things I wanted? Should I ask?

"Are you two ready to order?" The waitress returned, eyeing Angel and never once looking over at me.

Angel hadn't looked over or acknowledged her yet. I eyed him, hoping he'd realize that I was motioning in her direction, but he didn't budge. He continued to stare at me like I was the only woman there. Finally, he spoke, but never took his eyes off me.

"What do you want, baby?" I could have died. The way he stared at me made me melt from the inside out. My heart raced, throwing my breathing off track.

"I want you." I murmured.

"Too bad I'm not on the menu. Too bad you're not on the menu." He winked. "I'd eat you alive."

"Angel." A pant left my mouth.

"Giselle." A smirk. A fucking smirk. He knew he was making me hot for him.

The waitress cleared her throat.

"I'll have what she's having." Angel finally spoke to her, but never looked at her. She eyed him, however, like he was a piece of fucking steak. The last piece of steak in a desert of seaweed.

"Can we get the lamb and shrimp entrée with asparagus and potatoes, please." I finally spoke to her. When our eyes met, there was a sparkle of envy shining back at me. Her gaze was slightly unpleasant, causing my eye to dart down at the table.

"Is that all?" She asked, dryly.

"Another bottle of wine for my girl, please. We're celebrating." Angel finally looked up at her, but not for long. That made her attitude worse.

I waited for her to walk away before I said anything else. Angel was looking down into his phone, so I took multiple gulps of my wine, finishing off my second glass. Everything around me started to float above its normal place. I didn't feel drunk, but I felt amazing, relaxed. My nerves had calmed and I felt at ease.

"Loki's texting. They just got to the Bonfire."

"Oh." I shook my head.

Angel looked up at me. "You okay?"

"Yes." I blushed. "I'm glad we did this." I admitted, involuntarily. "I mean—"

"What is this exactly?"

"Hmm?" I blinked one too many times, thrown off by his question.

"What do you call this?"

"A date." I answered in a 'duh' kind of tone. "We're on a date."

"Because we're....dating?" He smirked.

"Do you want to date me?"

"I want to do a lot of thing to you...I mean...with you." Yup, he'd had too many sips of his wine as well.

"So do them."

"Well, we're..." Angel looked around.

"You never minded an audience before."

"Mmm...You're a bad girl, Giselle. Don't start some shit you're not bold enough to finish."

"So tell me, when was your last relationship?" Changing the subject, I decided it was time to pick his brain a little.

"High School. Dated a girl for like two years. Her parents hated my guts. Long story short, we had a pregnancy scare and after that her parents moved her far away from me." Angel paused and sighed, she snuck back in town to say goodbye, but by then I was over it.

"Wow."

"Yup."

"Okay. Was that your only relationship?"

"It was my only serious one. Or maybe, the most serious one. I dated like two girls before that. Nothing major though. Just typical teenage romance shit."

"And after that?"

"I was a mac, duh!" He joked, taking a sip of his wine.

I laughed with him, loving how he always tried lightening the mood if things got uncomfortable.

"At least I know that your only boyfriend was pretty boy Aaron."

"True. First and only."

"But not last." He flashed his brow.

"Nope. Definitely not."

"How have you been since...you know...the break up?"

"Free." It was the honest truth. Since I split from Aaron, I felt free, relieved, rejuvenated, like a brand new woman.

"You were born free."

"Not quite." I winced.

"You'll always be free with me. I'll make it my daily goal to make you feel alive, and if you ever feel low, I'll be right there to pull you up." Angel's voice seemed to get very low, serious even.

My heart had to have skipped six or seven beats. Unable to counter any word he'd spoken, I sat there in silence, adoration sealed in my heart. Angel reached underneath the table, caressing my leg with his hands. I let out a deep sigh, closing my eyes as his touch drove a heap of steam from the depths of my fears. He had a hold on me that no man could ever boast or brag of acquiring. This feeling was only one he was capable of conjuring up. This feeling sent me spinning in a world of bliss. This feeling was all I needed, and that thought scared the life out of me.

"Still want to be friends?"

"I've never wanted that." I couldn't believe that I admitted that. Was I drunk?

"I'm happy to hear that, because it would never work."

"What is your idea of a dream girl?"

"I don't want a dream girl. I want a real one. I want you."

"You keep saying that." I laughed it off, feeling awkward as I fought off the cheesy smiles and the fire burning in my cheeks.

"Because that's what I want. I want you, Giselle. I don't just want to fuck you. I want to fight with you. I want to know you inside out. I want to touch you everyday. I want to make you smile and cry and scream and laugh. I want every part of you."

"Angel." I was melting, condensing slowly into a puddle of flattery.

"Giselle."

"I love when you say my name like that."

Angel leaned back, slouching in his chair, removing his hands from my leg. The absence of his touch made me pout inside. Unaware of the intense desire to feel his skin on mine, the heat of his lust grazing against the hairs of my body, I leaned forward just to get a little closer.

"Do you love me?" My eyes squinted as I allowed the words to escape my mind, travel through my vocal chords, and expel into the atmosphere around us. The safest atmosphere he'd built, allowing me to feel comfortable and confident.

I watched his chest rise as he took in a breath that he never seemed to release. The corner of my mouth turned up, watching him squirm but never breaking eye contact. He did. He loved me, afraid to say it but body too weak to cover up the evident lack of doubt. Angel grabbed his glass, taking down the remainder of his wine. Still, I watched him. He watched me with intent. When he released that long, deep breath. I knew that he knew that I knew the answer. And I looked away.

"Have you ever been in love?" I finally spoke again, voice coming out dry and strained.

"I thought I did."

"But..."

"I've never felt the shit I'm feeling right now."

Silence again.

Staring.

Hesitated breaths.

"More wine?" I choked, unable to contain my uneasiness.

"I got it." Angel poured from the new bottle of wine, filling both of our glasses. As soon as my glass was full, I picked it up and raised it to my lips.

Angel had something else in mind, raising his glass in the air towards mine. I smiled, following his lead, touching the rim of mine to his. Looking him in the portals of lust, love, and absolute beauty, I waited for him to speak.

"To the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. May you open your heart and accept my love and all the madness that comes with it."

My heart sank to the pits of hell, quickly rising back up with a fiery blaze of all the things I feared. But I wasn't afraid. Candidly, I served that shit on it's own little platter. He could have it all. There wasn't a piece of me I intended to hold back from him. It all belonged to Angel Trapp.

"To my lonely boy no longer knowing what loneliness is. No longer feeling the sorrows of his solitude. May he accept my love and all of the grace that comes with it." I countered.

We both drank about half the glass, as if we needed anymore alcohol in our system. Once our food arrived, we barely ate. Most of our meal consisted of silent stares, words of love, hope, and encouragement as we spoke our truths and questioned our novelty.

"The sun's setting. Come over here." Angel stood to his feet, reaching out to me.

Immediately, I stood to my feet without question, grabbing his hand as he lead me to the banister, overlooking the ocean with a front row seat to the most beautiful sunset I'd ever seen. Now, give or take two or three glasses or wine, I may have had an exaggerated glimpse of reality, but either way, everything about the moment itself was incredible. I stood in front of the rail, as Angel snuggled closely behind me, wrapping his arms around my body as I sank into his grasp.

"You smell so good." I exhaled, leaning deeper into his arms.

"Keep pushing up on me like that and I may just bend you over this banister." He huffed.

"I may just like it." I fired back.

"Don't test me." Angel whispered into my ear, taking the lobe into his mouth as he let out a soft groan. I could feel the stimulation of our bodies effect on him down below. He pressed up against me, whispering my name.

I closed my eyes and swayed side to side, trying to control the warm sensation between my legs, crying for his touch. Holding in moan after sigh, cry after wince, not wanting to draw any more attention to us that we didn't already have, my body ached. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't give a fuck about that sunset. Turning to face him, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he leaned down, instantaneously, planting a kiss onto my lips.

"Dance with me."

"There's no music." I whispered.

"We don't need music."

***Author's Words****

Love is in the air. Although they both are clearly dancing around the word. they feel it

I hope you feel it too.