Chapter 26

ANGEL SINCLAIR.

I never thought I would have sex in the moonlight, in a dubious little place that I have never seen in my life, much less thought it would be with someone so unlikely and forbidden to me. Much of what I feel for Bryan is indeed carnal, but much of it is also about feeling. How I'm going to reconcile it all I don't know, but I'm going to have to work my way through it, as I always have.

"Amazing," I say breathlessly as I lie on the grass.

"Everything," Bryan adds.

He's right next to me. We are naked, looking up at the stars after wonderful sex. If life can offer me more of that here, then I want to live forever. What I wish now, looking up at this starry sky, is that more moments like this could be repeated. I feel alive. I feel good. If it feels good, what's wrong with it?

I look over and Bryan is looking at me too. In his eyes, I see appreciation. Why are we so attracted to each other? I've always known how to keep track of absolutely everything, but it wasn't until he arrived at my house with a bunch of suitcases strewn across my hallway that I started to lose my leadership position.

You can't control your feelings and desires when I'm with Bryan. Everything becomes a spark. The flame of a fire that never goes out, not even with the fear that we might be discovered and even disowned for it.

"Do you want to leave?" he asks me.

"Yes," I reply, "It's getting a bit late and I'm hungry."

"Beauty."

Bryan's hand slides around my waist and he kisses me softly.

We both get up and walk to the stall. We put on our clothes and Bryan closes everything up, turning on the flashlight soon after to leave. I rest my hand on Bryan's arm and we walk together down the narrow road until we reach his motorcycle.

"Time to go," he says, turning off his flashlight and stuffing it back in his pocket.

"We can stop by Chicken's," I say.

"Okay," Bryan says, getting on his bike, "Do you want to go by motorcycle or car?" he asks.

"Motorcycle," I say, sitting on the back, "I like it here."

I see Bryan in the rearview mirror with a smile and he starts up. We take the same route down the lane and I shrink from the cold until we reach the restaurant, which is on one of these roads. It's not as fancy as the other restaurants I usually go to, but it's the restaurant with the best fried chicken in the area, which is why I like it.

As soon as we walk in and I see the people who are here, it makes me want to leave. Tyler is at a table with Vick. She waves to both of us, but neither Bryan nor I reciprocate.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" he asks me.

"No, we can stay here. We're not leaving because of him."

"Fine. Let's go to that far table", I nod.

We sit at a table on the other side of the restaurant, where you can't even see either of them. We place our orders and eat some appetizers while we wait for the chicken tenders.

"Hey, what's Vick doing with Tyler?" I ask and Bryan shrugs his shoulders, "Remember how she badmouthed him on voting day?" I ask again.

"I do," Bryan replies, but with a certain nonchalance, "I don't think she even voted for me."

"The two of them were close before, so much so that she was at his party", I observe, "I don't know what happened from one hour to the next".

"I think she was staying with him", he comments softly.

"Maybe there was a disagreement because you two stayed".

"Yeah, that's probably it," he shrugs.

I thought Bryan's reaction was a little weird. He seems to know something, but he doesn't want to talk. Regardless of what it is, maybe I'm not that interested. Whatever comes from Tyler, I'd rather not know, and even more so involving Vick, who is also worthless.

"I'm hot in here," I say, taking off my jacket and putting on my top.

"I agree," he replies, his eyes fixed on my breasts.

I laugh and eat another fry. Bryan eats everything with mustard sauce, but I hate that sauce. I prefer ketchup or barbecue sauce, which are the accompaniments I ordered for my chicken.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Bryan asks.

"I don't know, but maybe I'll go to the movies in the afternoon," I reply, "We can go together if you want," I invite.

"I'm not really into movies, but this could be really interesting," Bryan gives a little sideways smile.

Our order arrives at the table and I enjoy the crunch of the fried chicken as I take the first bite. It doesn't matter if I'm running for over an hour tomorrow, what matters is that I was dying to eat this fried food.

"The food here is really good," Bryan comments.

"It's not often I come here, but I love that chicken."

"The mustard sauce is a little different," he says.

"Mustard is bad in general. This one is different because it must be honey mustard, which is even worse."

"To me, it's even better," Bryan dips the chicken in the sauce and brings it to his mouth.

"Well, taste is the same as anus," I say and he laughs.

We finish eating and Bryan pays the bill. We head to the garage and change the bike for the car, heading back home. I get on the couch and Bryan gets on top of me, kissing me. I can taste the mustard sauce in his mouth.

"Are you going to sleep?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm sleepy and I want to get up early tomorrow" I answer, getting up from the couch and going to the stairs. Bryan follows me.

"See you tomorrow, Angel," he says as I open the door to my room.

"See you tomorrow, Bryan," I say, being surprised by a kiss.

In the blink of an eye, Bryan and I burst into the room and are already kissing on my bed.