A Perfect Moment Of Surrender
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Later in the night Angel was back from her family dinner. Drunk. She slumped to the couch, fully clothed, shoes still on, and passed out.
Her phone slipping from limp fingers.
I grabbed her keys and jacket, subtly placing them where she’d see them later, and tiptoed away.
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Monday Morning
I finished pulling on my dress….shirt, trouser, with tie… Nervously, I check the time again. I tiptoe back in. “Angel,” I whisper, pressing my palm lightly on her shoulder.
She squints at me, trying to focus through lingering fog. “Mond….ah,” she mutters. “School?”
I nod. “You’re late. I couldn’t let you sleep through your first period again.” (I stole her line.)
She forces herself upright, head swaying. “Thanks,” she murmurs, voice husky. She stands, straightens her shirt, and shuffles into the bathroom.
Moments later, I stand in the living room, heart pounding as I hear the water run. My stomach twists, nervous and excited. The way she moves…an unpredictable combination of graceful and ragged…keeps me tethered to anticipation.
When she comes out, the door clicks shut behind her, and I glance up…a vision.
She wears the peach skirt again, just above mid-thigh, slanted slightly to the side of her hip. A short white crop jacket frames her slender waist. Paired with a crisp white blouse underneath, I get glimpses of her flat tummy…just enough to ignite something sharp and eager in me. Her hips curve just so, her thighs gleaming in the morning light.
She’s beautiful, radiant…and damn, sexy.
My heart excuses itself from my chest. I let out, without thinking, “God, you’re so sexy.”
She freezes, then laughs…soft, surprised, and warm. “What… Sandra?”
I flush crimson. “Sorry,” I murmur, taken aback by how freely the words fell. I hate that I’m this vulnerable…but I can’t bring myself to take them back.
I rise and approach her, carefully cocky, feigning confidence. “Will you marry me?” I kneel, too melodramatic for the moment…and we burst into laughter together.
“It’s time for school,” she says, pulling herself upright. The joke’s sudden collapse makes us both grin.
“Marry me, please. Marry me!” I tease again, kind of pleadingly.
She slips past me in narrow hallway space. I exhale. “Trekking it?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says, swinging the backpack onto one shoulder. “Let’s go.”
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We leave the apartment…hand in hand, quiet in the morning air. While it’s not far, Angel is stubborn about walking, determined to squeeze in some fresh air before classes. We shuffle through streets, not speaking much…each step saying more than words.
The early heat makes me notice the way her jacket parts at the bottom to reveal a curve of skin when she stretches her arms above her head. My pulse quickens.
At School
First and second period pass in blur…lectures, a heartbeat that feels off when I notice Angel staring at the door, waiting for me. Third period finally gives breath and lunch comes like rescue.
I slip into the library, taste for silence and solitude…a refuge from Angel’s chatter and the canned cafeteria noise. I pull out a book, heart still racing from the earlier moment.
Almost immediately, Miss Taila slides into the chair next to me…and I flush. She’s holding a slice of cake and a fresh smoothie. My pulse spikes.
“Care for this?” She smiles, pure kindness in her eyes.
“Thanks,” I say, reaching for both. I shift to make room, and she smiles again, leaning in slightly.
“Your mates are in the cafeteria, eating. What are you doing here?” she asks, teasing note in her voice.
I set down my fork. “They’re not my mates,” I smirk. “My mate is sitting next to me.” I hold her gaze, and my heartbeat feels audible.
She gasps softly. My stomach roars and my face burns. Her lips curve into a smile, faint but real.
Everything quiets around us. Library hum, distant chatter, sliding chairs….all fade away. The air between us tautens.
I swallow. “Miss Taila…” My voice drops to a low thrum. I lean in, every nerve sharpened. “Yesterday… why didn’t you do it?”
Her breathing hitches.
“Do what?” she murmurs, eyes flickering with hesitation…or desire.
I stare at her lips. “You… you wanted to kiss me, right? So why didn’t you do it?” My heart pounds in her silence.
Silence and heat stretch. Her eyes take mine. Her breath comes faster, synchronizing with mine. My hand comes up, brushing the strands of hair from her face.
I just whisper: “Then do it. Because i won’t.”
She leans in, lips drifting closer. It’s slow. Electrifying. My heart pulses…lightning in my veins.
Sunlight streams across her face as she closes her eyes. My own lids follow…everything dims except the warmth of her breath.
Then…..
Soft contact.
Our lips meet gently at first, hesitant. The kiss deepens: soft, exploring. My right hand flows to the back of her head, fingers weaving into soft hair, pulling us closer.
She responds. Holds me. The world melts gone.
Heartbeats synchronize. Butterflies roost in my chest.
A perfect moment of surrender.
“Sandra Eden… to the principal’s office.”
The school PA stutters through the silence. Miss Taila pulls away, eyes wide. I gasp, breath stuck in throat.
“Oh….damn,” i murmurs. Our perfect moment fractures.
The hush slips. The fluttering in my stomach morphs into frustration.
“I…” she starts, words lost.
I stand, pulse thrumming, anger and disappointment mixing.
She rises too, scooping up her bag. “I’ll go.”
I watch her leave, trying to blink back something…frustration, anticipation, promise.
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