Just This Once

I get out of the truck carrying Angelique's loose body and I walk to my room because there's no way I'm going to let her go back to that old bed, or let her leave my side for more than ten minutes.

I'm not willing to go through what happened with Franco again, I'm not taking any chances.

I lay Angelique down on my bed carefully before removing her high heels.

The skin on her legs is smooth and perfect, god, I don't remember her feeling like this before. I take off the dress she’s wearing, then I struggle putting shorts and a shirt on her, but she doesn't make a single sign that her sleep is being disturbed.

When I'm done, I stare at her for a while like a stalker. That's what I've been reduced to.

She starts snoring softly and I smile, remembering those good times when listening to her snoring didn't seem like the cutest thing ever, and reaching up to run my hand down her cheek and then her neck.

My dad is an asshole and I've always known it so his admission earlier isn't that surpr