Page 47 of The Merciless

Holy shit.

Angel had never moved this quickly in hislife.He pulled the windows open with a disbelieving laugh and grabbed onto her arms. Raylene Walker grinned back at him as he pulled her into his room and wrapped a careful hand around her waist as he moved to close the window behind her.

“What are you doing here?” he whispered furiously, not really believing his eyes as he saw Ray take a step away from him to look at his room, “What if someone saw you come in–”

She shot him a deadpan look that saidreally?

“Right.” He laughed.

She wasn’t wearing the damned hoodie anymore. Instead, was wearing a soft pink t-shirt that clung to her body as she shivered in his room. He frowned.

“Why are your clothes drenched?” he asked a bit stupidly, in a low voice and saw her turn on her heels, a pout on her lips,

“It drizzled.” She mumbled, “And I might’ve run here.”

Angel’s eyes widened, “Are you crazy?”he almost yelled, and she jumped in surprise, grinning as she shushed him. He moved quickly past her, grabbing the first shirt he could see from his cupboard, and shoved it into her arms,

“Wear this.” He stated furiously and began pushing her through the open doors of his washroom. Ray moved with his movements and paused only to turn on her heels to face him as he opened the doors of the washroom.

“Say that again,” she said with a smirk, and a look in her eyes he couldn’t really believe, “I have to say that it was insanely sexy of you to–”

“Christ,”he laughed again and shoved her through his washroom, “Just get changed, you insane woman.”

And closed the doors.

Still not really believing that Raylene Walker was in his room.

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Ray stared at her reflection, biting her lip as she contemplated her decision-making skills. Whatin hell had possessed her to run all the way here?She sighed again, agitated with the way her mind had begun working around Angel De Santos, and slammed her hands down on the counter. Her reflection mirrored back a flushed face. With hair loose in waves, spilling over her shoulders as she leaned forward, Ray looked at herself. Breathed in deep.

Angel was outside, waiting as he always had.

And she hadn’t thought about it when she’d run all the way here. Hadn’t really cared enough to. Because somehow, in those few days they’d spent together, this spark had lighted in her chest. To know more. Toseemore. To understand more.

Of him.

So, she breathed out now, sudden calmness spreading through her. It was the first time she’d wanted to share what she’d learned with someone. Somehow, Ray couldn’t really wait to go out. To see him. To tell him everything.

It scared her.

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t do it.

Ray turned on her heels, a soft rustle in her movement as she faced the closed door and turned the knob. She emerged, her heart thudding in her chest, as she forced her hands at her sides. Angel was standing, his hands crossed as he gazed out the window, looking awfully calm and beautiful.

His hair swayed, his t-shirt following the quiet movement as he stared

out the windows.

She could watch him stand like that for hours,she thought as she leaned against the wall and smiled softly. Angel still hadn’t noticed she was out. Was just staring at the night sky with an odd emotion in his eyes.

A traitorous part of her wanted those amber eyes on hers.

Wondered what he would do if he saw her like this.

Ray cleared her throat, and Angel’s eyes snapped in her directionimmediately.

It happened so slowly, and Ray reveled in every waking second of it. She saw him go still, his eyes going dark so suddenly. She saw his throat bob once, and the way his lips parted slightly.Shit,she cursed herself for going through with this,she so wasn’t supposed to do this.

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