Angel's POV
The wind was gentler than usual today, and it might just be because I was done with my cycle that I was so happy.
I sat by the edge of the porch, barefoot, picking at the little thread on the hem of my jeans.
Samuel's laughter echoed from inside, tangled with the low hum of whatever old-school R&B song he was playing in the kitchen. I hadn't felt this... still in a long time.
How I missed our time together.
Sudden silence
And then I heard it.
That deep, growling purr of his bike engine, tearing through the silence like a memory. I turned my head sharply, heart thudding. The sound didn't scare me anymore—but it did something. Something I didn't have words for.
He stepped out, helmet in one hand, the other gripping the handlebars. His white shirt clung to his chest just right, his jeans slung low on his hips, and the wind caught a strand of his hair, sweeping it across his forehead.
"I haven't ridden in a while" he said, as if that wasn't obvious. His smile was crooked. Dangerous. "Wanna come with?"
I raised an eyebrow. "You sure you're not trying to kill me before my next cycle?"
He laughed. "You survived cramps. You'll survive me."
I tossed a stone at him and missed, then got up. "Fine. But if we crash, I'm haunting you. Forever."
"You already do," he muttered under his breath—but loud enough for me to catch it.
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The ride was smooth.
The kind of smooth that made me want to close my eyes and forget that the world ever hurt. I held onto him, arms wrapped around his waist, my cheek against his back. The wind tangled in my hair, and everything—every single thing—felt right.
We climbed roads that twisted like secrets, leaving behind everything that had ever tried to break us.
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By the time we reached the hilltop, the sun had started melting into gold.
It wasn't some fancy spot or hidden tourist thing. It was just… quiet. Grassy. A lone tree stood near the edge, leaves fluttering like they were whispering old gossip.
Samuel killed the engine and pulled off his helmet, shaking out his hair like a literal shampoo commercial.
"You okay?" he asked, voice low.
I nodded. "More than okay. I feel great."
He sat back against the bike, legs open just enough for me to slide in between them without being told.
And you bet I did.
We sat in silence for a second, just breathing in the view—and each other.
"You remember how hard I used to avoid this?" I murmured.
He looked down at me with hooded eyes. "Avoid what?"
"This," I gestured between us. "The being yours part."
He chuckled. "Yeah. You acted like catching feelings was a terminal illness."
"Well, it kinda felt like one." I grinned. "You were... intense to say the least."
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. "Still am."
Our lips met slowly—like we were relearning each other for the hundredth time. His hands slid down my waist, gripping like he was afraid I'd float away. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just hard enough to earn that low groan I loved.
Then things got... warm.
Fast.
His hands explored, bold and steady. My breath hitched as he trailed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, fingers ghosting under my shirt. We were still on the bike—technically clothed—but the tension between us crackled like fire on dry wood.
"Say it," he whispered against my skin.
"What?"
"That you want me."
I gasped, both at the boldness and the way my body answered before my mouth could. "I do."
His lips curved against my throat. "Good."
That was all he needed.
The words had barely left my mouth before his lips claimed mine again—hot, breathless, and all-consuming. I melted into him instantly, like I was made to burn only for this. For him.
Samuel's hands roamed my body with urgency, tugging me impossibly closer. I straddled his lap completely now, one thigh on either side of him, my chest pressed to his, fingers lost in his hair like I needed to hold onto something real—something steady—while the rest of the world spun off its axis.
His tongue slid against mine, slow and deep, and the kiss went from romantic to downright sinful in seconds. He groaned into my mouth like he was fighting to keep control, but the way his hands gripped my waist told a different story.
"Do you know what you do to me?" he rasped, lips brushing against my jaw.
"You make it really obvious," I whispered, grinding my hips against him just to hear that sharp inhale again. "But you might need to show me again."
He didn't hesitate.
One hand slid up the back of my shirt, fingers splaying across my spine, while the other traced the waistband of my jeans with wicked purpose. My whole body was trembling, every nerve on fire, and still—still—I wanted more.
"Angel," he said, like my name alone was the only thing keeping him sane.
"Samuel," I replied, tugging his head back so I could kiss down his throat. "I want you so bad. "
And oh, how I did.
We'd danced around this for years. Loved in silence. Hurt in silence. Now there was nothing left to hold back—no lies, no gang, no ex-girlfriends slithering out of nowhere. Just us. Finally, just us.
I kissed a trail along his neck, soft and slow, while my fingers slipped under his shirt, dragging it up inch by inch until he finally pulled it off himself like he couldn't take it anymore. His chest was warm beneath my palms, solid and familiar, and the way he looked at me—like I was the only girl in the whole damn universe—made my heart trip over itself.
"You're shaking," he murmured.
"So are you," I said, tracing a line down the center of his chest. "What's your excuse?"
"You."
And then he flipped us.
In one smooth, practiced move, I was beneath him—soft grass against my back, sky overhead, his body hovering over mine like he was the only thing shielding me from the stars.
The look in his eyes? Ravenous.
He kissed me again, but this time slower—more reverent. His hand slipped under my shirt, grazing my ribs, and I arched into his touch like I was already addicted. Every stroke, every graze, every kiss felt like it was written in fire. Like he was tracing his name into my skin with heat alone.
"Tell me if I should stop," he whispered against my lips.
"Don't you dare," I whispered back.
Clothes began to vanish in pieces.
A shirt here.
A bra there.
Jeans pushed halfway down.
Skin pressed to skin. The cool air bit at the exposed parts of me, but his body was warm and solid against mine—everything I needed.
He worshipped me like he was making up for lost time, kissing every inch of skin like it was sacred. My thighs trembled as he slid his hands down, spreading them gently, reverently, like I was something to be opened, not just taken.
"You're so damn beautiful," he muttered, voice strained, lips trailing down my stomach. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Then show me."
And, he did. Gladly
In every kiss. In every touch. In the way he took his time—like this wasn't just about pleasure, but proving something.
That I was wanted.
That I was his. That this moment wasn't rushed or regretted—but earned. And he was so lucky to claim it.
I lost myself in it. In him.
The world narrowed to nothing but our bodies tangled together on that quiet hilltop, the wind whispering around us, and the sound of both of us gasping each other's names like confessions.
And when it was over, when we were breathless and glowing and entirely undone—I curled into his chest, the air cooling the fire still burning in my skin.
He kissed my temple, then tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
I smiled against his chest, eyes fluttering closed.
The phone vibrated somewhere beside us but neither of us moved. Not yet. Not when everything felt this still. This safe.
Eventually, I reached over and peeked at the screen.
1 Message – Mum
"You haven't come home in days. Are you okay? I'm worried. Suzan told me you were with Samuel, let me know you're safe."
I chuckled softly. "It's my mum."
Samuel groaned. "Tell her you're with someone who's been dying to keep you all to himself."
"That's like, you're basically spelling your name out in the open. She'll know it's you."
"She'd know sooner or later, so why not now?"
" That's if she doesn't know already, your mum told her I was with you." I show him the message and he chuckled, rubbing my sides gently
I leaned up, kissed his jaw, and smiled. "I'll tell her I'm safe... and that I've never felt safer."
"Cheesy"
"Learnt from you"