Page 69 of Creep
“I’m Angel,” he tells me, and a strange sweetness fills my chest when he lifts my chin so our eyes can meet. “And I think there is nothing wrong with you. We are all a bit strange, just pieces of stardust formed into weird muscle and bone shapes.”
“I’m more like dark matter,” I joke and catch his lips for a sweet kiss.
“No, you’re the Saturn to my Venus. I see it now. You’re exactly what I needed all along.” Angel runs his finger over one of the planets in my necklace, then leans in, humming softly as I close my eyes, focusing on his touch and the warm scent of jasmine on his skin.
“You’re mine, and I wish a picture of us was in the canteen, along with everyone else’s. Aren’t we a part of Vulture Hollow too?”
I nod. I’ve got patches on my jacket to prove where I belong, but it’s as though he’s the missing link, the connection that brings me close to my community. He makes me human, and others can now see it too.
“Okay. Do I… look okay? I’m probably bruised. Should we take some when I look better?”
Angel swallows and swipes his fingers over the throbbing spot on my face. “You got those bruises defending me. That makes them really beautiful.”
He has such a way of making me feel like I can grow wings and become an angel myself. I’d fucking die for him, so what’s taking a photo?
“Should I look at the camera?” I ask, a little intimidated. I need these photos to be everything he wants.
“To start with,” he responds and taps the touch screen. Moments later, I see us staring back—me with an awkward frown I quickly try to correct, him—embracing me as he grins at the camera. I’m so lucky.
So very, very lucky.
The process is way less painful than I thought, and our second photo has Angel kissing my cheek. The camera captures the surprise on my face and the grin on his perfectly. I’m embarrassed of the face I’m making, but we don’t need to show people all the pictures, so when my boy pulls me into a kiss, I dive right in, trembling when the flash lights up the cabin.
I’m elated. A bit scared, yes, but I could move mountains for him, and when he palms my cock, making it grow, I gasp into Angel’s lips.
I hide my flushed face from the next photo as he giggles.
“That’s… yeah, I think we have enough photos.” I have to shift in the seat. I’ve already pushed my own boundaries in ways I thought unimaginable just weeks ago. He’s touching me, we’re kissing, making eye contact. He’s so bold yet mindful of how I feel about being touched. He’s so in tune with me he knows when to push and when to stop to avoid causing damage. He would probably be really good at gardening, because he’d always recognize the signs of whether a plant has too much or too little water.
“We really should go hang that picture in the canteen,” he says, teasingly locking his gaze with mine as he slides out of the booth. Is that… does he mean—
I follow him once I adjust my jeans. “Um… n-now?”
He grins, taking a few steps back toward the merry-go-round. “Don’t you want to be alone with me, Creed?”
I love the sound of my name on his lips. It’s giving me the courage to do what I’ve been hesitant about for three days now. Tonight. I’m doing it tonight.
“I do. I want to be alone with you so bad. Let’s go.”
Surrounded by the flashing lights, he’s my own personal gate to heaven.
Chapter 27
Angel
We’reflyingthroughthewoods, Creed and I.
Creed.
I love that name. It feels so familiar on my tongue, but infinitely more… right, because a creed is something noble, something worth keeping.
Just like my man.
I bury my face in his leathers, eyes closed as I cling to his back, trusting that he will keep me safe on the way home, just like he kept me safe at the rally, when Domino found me. Creed really does notice everything.
A part of me is sorry to leave our friends behind—and yes, I already call them that in my mind, despite only movingto Vulture Hollow earlier this month—but there will be other parties and rallies. This night together feels special.
I want to be alone with Creed, free to tell him things I wouldn’t entrust to anyone else, to breathe in warm air straight from his mouth, and show him he belongs. With me. With his brothers. On the canteen wall.
