January 8 — Tuesday
Daylight ca through the peeks between the curtains, and Gael woke up after having the longest sleep he had since the new year. The clock on his nightstand said it was a quarter to nine in the morning. Seven hours of sleep was already long for him.
Looking to his left, his gaze landed on a soft angel sleeping next to him. Angela snuggled to his side, her hands loosely balled under her chin. After their conversation last night, they shared the dinner he sent to her and went to bed. They talked a bit more, and she fell asleep an hour later.
Rolling to his side so that he was facing her, Gael lightly fingered the lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He was reminded of their fight last night, and his jaw clicked, displeased at the scene in his head. It wouldn't be the first ti he verbally fought with a woman, but it didn't hurt him like it did last night. Sure he was mad, but it didn't an he liked what he'd said to her. There was just sothing about Angela that hooked him in, and that hook remained pierced inside him. He was now way into deep with her.
And he wouldn't want it any other way.
Angela softly moaned next to him, then her eyes opened. Her gaze slowly traveled up until it t his gaze, and the corners of her lips curled up into a beautiful smile. "Good morning," she said in her usual hoarse morning voice.
"Morning, beautiful."
"Have you been staring at again?"
"I can't help it. Waking up next to an angel makes feel like I'm in heaven." He winked.
"Stop." She laughed.
Gael tugged Angela closer and kissed the tip of her nose. She nuzzled his face and wondered, "What were you thinking about just now? You looked like you were in deep thought."
"I just want to apologize about last night."
"But you already did."
He shook his head. His 'sorry' last night didn't seem enough. "I felt like shit when I left. Can you forgive ?"
She nodded without hesitation. "I'm sorry too. We were fighting, and I took your words the wrong way—"
"No, I was wrong to say that even when I was angry. I shouldn't have asked it like that. Then it pissed off when you thought I was implying you whored around. Never did I think of you like that. And you were never a side chick or a side dish or whatever sides there are. You're a fucking full course, Angel."
Her cheeks blushed, and she was damn beautiful. Stroking her soft cheek, Gael told her, "Don't ever let anyone make you think you're not worthy of sothing good. Baby, you deserve everything you want. It's ti you put those fucker's words buried under the ground."
'And bury the fucker, too,' he thought.
Angela nodded. "I know that… I an, I know that I should stop letting what that bastard said get to . And I've gotten better at thinking I'm good enough. It's just… Sotis…the gloomy clouds sit over out of nowhere. Sotis it's easy to push away; other tis, not." She shook her head as if to brush away her thoughts. "I'm suddenly unloading to you early in the morning. Sorry."
"Don't be." He stroked his thumb along her bottom lip. "I love listening to you." Then he pressed his lips on her forehead. "Have you seen a therapist for that?"
"I did. Then I stopped." She smiled. "Funny you ntioned that…"
"What?"
Angela shifted upward until they were eye level, their faces only less than a foot away from each other. "When I was a child, my mom got my first diary. She taught how or what to write in it. I think that's how I began to love writing anything…poems, short stories." She smiled. "Then when I saw my therapist after that incident three years ago. She told to write a diary—well, actually, she let choose a few activities that I could do to express myself, and then I readily chose writing."
"Haven't you been writing in a diary since you were a child?"
Her face beca dismal for a bit before she ford a small smile. "I haven't written in one for the longest ti before that. I think I stopped around the ti Mom left, and I haven't picked up on it until my therapist told to." Then her smile grew wider. "That's how my first book started."
Gael drew his brows together, studying her reminiscent expression. "You were writing in your diary, and it led to you writing your first book?"
"Uh-huh." Angela nodded, biting her bottom lip. There was a split second where her smile faltered, but then she quickly grinned at him again. "Anyway, that's basically how it all started. My writing journey."
"Interesting… Are you still writing in your diary now?"
She briefly looked to the side and shook her head before facing him again. "I actually haven't written in it since three years ago. I've been writing my books instead."
Gael thought about the books that he kept on his nightstand in his house in Brooklyn. "You ntioned sothing in the book you signed… The one I have."
[ You have no idea how much writing this helped during my dark days. This book saved more than you can imagine. ]
"Yeah…that…" Angela exhaled a sigh, seemingly out of relief. "Writing beca my coping chanism. I get to forget about stuff…like the gloomy clouds above . And it's been so much fun. I find writing quite therapeutic."
This woman before him was strong. Despite her soft nature, she had been through a lot, and she's still standing. It gave him a sense of pride, and he wanted to keep her by his side at all tis. Angela was amazing. And there was still so much to learn about her; he couldn't wait to discover every layer she had.
"Let take you out later," said Gael.
"Where are we going?"
"Where I should have brought you last week."
A charming smile ghosted her face, her eyes sparkling in anticipation as to where he would take her. "Aren't you busy today?"
"Never too busy for you." Then he suddenly flipped on top of her, causing her to gasp. Gael ran his nose down her neck and nibbled as he traveled down to her chest and spoke against her skin. "But first… Let worship you for breakfast."
And worship he did.
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