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💫GISELLE💫


My body rested peacefully in his, as we danced into the night. Carefully scanning every corner of his room, I loved how simple but intentional the decor was. It didn't give me a sense of blandness or uncertainty. It was enough to show me the mood he intended to set but left room for something new. Something more. There was a desk and black office chair in the far corner, to the right of his window, which was outlined by black velvet curtains with grey sheer curtains on the inside. A large tv mounted on the wall above his Bluetooth speaker and floating shelves, sat adjacent to his bed. His bed sat neat and looked so cozy. His comforter was different than the last time I got a glimpse of his room. Crispy white, plush, and neat. The bed frame was a circular shape, giving room to have a seat if you wanted, around the edge. The headboard went all the way to the ceiling, upholstered with rhinestones to contrast the matte, black texture. It was so masculine. So sexy.

I couldn't help wondering if I was the only girl that had the honor of finding comfort between these four walls, remembering the words he'd spoken to me before, "I've never woken up next to anyone." Did that mean that girls never came in his room at all?

"Angel?" I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze.

"What's up, baby?" His voice came out as a low, raspy, drunken slur.

"Why have you never slept in your bed with a girl?"

"Never wanted to."

"So how do you..." He cut me off.

"None of that matters anymore. I'm yours now." A sly smirk spread across his face.

"You're not a possession. You're a person. A very special person." With the seriousness of my tone, I made sure to match that when I fixed my eyes on Angel's. "Slow."

"Of course." He winked. "We'll take things slow. But still, I don't want anybody but you."

"Me too." Smiling as my heart ached for more of the heat protruding from his body, I placed my head back on his chest, dancing to the sounds of The Weekend.

My alcohol infused emotions were up on display, as I was unable to contain a single feeling or thought. I spoke when I didn't intend to, cried when I never imagined I would, laughed every time Angel tried to lighten the mood, felt overcome with fear when my feelings became overwhelming, and felt a sense of joy and comfort when Angel never once made me feel absurd for going through so much in so little time.

"Its time to shake that ass!" He joked, when a diplo mix came on.

Aggressively twirling me around so that my back faced him, Angel tugged at my waistline, grinding up against me. Rubbing myself against him, I flipped my hair to one side to get a better look at him as I peered over my shoulder. Biting down on his lip, he pulled me in closer. I could feel him, at attention, rubbing against my backside and I went wild with lust. Craving more of his touch, more of the friction between our bodies, I was quickly reminded that I was in my underwear. I mean, how the hell could I forget? I was beyond intoxicated by then, wanting more of his affections. I stopped dancing, wrapping my hand around the back of his head, pulling his face down to mine. Planting a gentle kiss onto his lips, I looked up at him for approval. A glare of need shined down on me. He wanted me too.

"Nope." He whispered. "You're not getting in my pants right now." He teased, kissing me again.

"Are you sure about that?" Confident that I could change his mind, I knew better than to challenge Angel, but I did anyway. "Lets make a bet."

"Okay?" He laughed nervously, letting go of me and watching as I turned to face him.

"I bet I can make you beg for it before the night is over."

"And If I win, meaning you go to bed horny?" He smirked.

"What do you want for your win?"

"You have to cook for me every day for a week."

"Deal. And when I win, you have to drive me to class every day for a week."

"Shake on it." Angel extended his hand.

"Kiss on it."

And so, we did. Sealing the deal with a kiss, I sashayed my way out of his room, knowing he'd be following behind me soon. Once in the hall, I could barely walk straight, feeling more of the alcohol kicking in. Headed towards the kitchen, I felt his eyes on me with every step. I peeped over my shoulder, smiling when I confirmed my assumption. Angel was watching my every move, bulging through his sweats, I reached for my phone, which lay on the kitchen counter, and turned the volume up on his speaker.

"That loud, eh?" Angel asked, taking a seat on the bar chair across from me.

"It's a party, right?"

"Gonna answer my question with a question?

"I am. Will your neighbor's mind?"

"Who cares?" He laughed that time, probably realizing he'd done it again. "Come here." Licking his lips, he opened the space between his legs so that I could fall right into him. And I did.

"What?"

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"I mean, how could you not?" I joked, rolling my eyes as my cheeks went ablaze.

"I'm serious."

Matching his tone, I replied. "I know." Wanting to escape the heat of the moment, I backed away. "Now lets party!!"

Picking up the full bottle of tequila, I popped it open and took two gulps, immediately feeling the burn trail down my throat and into my stomach. Empty again? Not wanting the regretful sickness included with drinking on an empty stomach, I opened up the box of pizza on the counter and took a bite of a slice.

"Always so hungry." Angel joked, also taking a slice.

"I can't help it." I snickered. "We should've got some desert."

"I did get snacks."

"I want something sweet."

"There's some ice cream in the freezer. Whipped cream in the fridge. Cookies." Angel shrugged, speaking with a full mouth. I had never seen him do that before. I hated it.

Within minutes, I'd made up a lovely bowl of ice cream, topped with whipped cream with Oreo cookies shoved around the edge of the bowl. Angel took no time digging into my masterpiece without asking.

"Oh my God, get your own." I screamed, picking up the bowl and running towards the living room.

"Fuck! That shit is good as hell, let me get like two more bites." Angel chased behind me, quickly catching up to me right before I made it past the couch.

Grabbing at my waist, he pulled me back towards him, causing me to go crashing into his chest, almost completely dropping the bowl of sweet goodness. I screamed as I tried to save the bowl from hitting the floor.

"Quick hands." He let go of me, snatching the bowl and running around to the other side of the couch. I watched as he took the biggest scoop and shoved it into his mouth.

"No!" I screamed, laughing as I ran around the couch to where he was. He ran around to where I'd come from. For several rounds it was like we were both just running in circles around the couch. "Angel you're eating it all. Oh my God!" I whined. Finally, I jumped onto and over the couch, landing on him, causing him to stumble backwards and we both hit the floor.

Laughing hysterically, the coldness of the ice cream invaded my neck, chest, and stomach. Angel squealed an awkward sound as the rest of it landed on him. Rolling over onto the floor, I laid on my back, still unable to control the laughter that escaped my lungs like it had been waiting decades to be heard. Wiping away at the ice cream with my hands, that uncontrollable laughter turned to tears as I licked my fingers, unsure why I was crying exactly.

"I really wanted that." I winced.

"You've got to be kidding." Angel propped up on his elbows, watching me curiously.

"I'm so sorry." I cried out, unsure if I was still crying or laughing again. "I don't know." And then I just continued crying, covering my face to hide the embarrassment of my breakdown.

"It's okay." Angel sat all the way up.

"I'm okay. I promise." I sniffed, trying to get myself together. "Why'd you eat my ice cream, Angel?" I fussed.

"You're not crying about that damn ice cream."

"I know. I'm just stressed out." I admitted, half of me wishing I wasn't so intoxicated and could control myself, the other half only happy I was with someone I felt comfortable around enough to be myself.

"Are you always this way?"

"What way." I almost whispered, wiping my face.

"Emotional."

"Yup."

"Okay." Nodding slowly, he never took his eyes off mine.

"Okay?"

"Cool. Now let me get that ice cream off you." Pulling me onto his lap, Angel licked and sucked the ice cream from my neck and chest, moaning and groaning playfully like he was enjoying the greatest meal of the day. Even though he was playing around, being obnoxious as he exaggerated his enjoyment from it all, I became so turned on from the warmth and moisture of his mouth on my skin.

I took my finger, removing some of the ice cream from my stomach and made a trail down towards my bikini line. Angel grinned, knowing exactly where I was going with it. In almost one single motion, he flipped me over so that I lay back to floor, hovering over me as he kneeled between my legs. Wasting no time, he started licking the ice cream from my belly, moving down the trail I left for him. When he got to my bikini line, he teased me for way longer than I liked, placing his fingers right on my opening, but moving no further as he traveled around my bikini line. Eager for more, a moan escaped my lips. That's when he stopped and stood up.

"I'll make more ice cream." Walking off, leaving me on the living room floor, the pleasure plastered on his face told me all I needed to know.

I can play this game.




***Author's Words****


I know this chapter was long overdue. I thank you all for being patient.

Now that I'm feeling better...prepare for more Angelle !!

I hope you like the sappier side of things

Do you think love is finally fully in the air and these two will love on each other without the drama?

Stay tuned for more of Giselle's P.O.V

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