Accident Prone

Angela closed her eyes firmly and tried to suppress the embarrassment which swelled inside her. Derek knew that she fell for him and that she called him her prince charming. Can this get any worse? Probably not. Well, at least she can say what's weighing on her heart and maybe she can breathe easier after two weeks of stifling suffocation. She needed to get over him before she loses her mind. Maybe, just maybe, telling him everything will help the process of pushing him out of her heart and closing the door firmly so that no one can ever come in because she can't deal with this emotional torture of craving for someone who sees her as fleeting pleasure.

"That day, at the hospital, when I saw you and we spoke, and you made me laugh… I got carried away and I thought that you are my prince charming. But my prince charming would not treat me as a hookup."

Derek cupped Angela's cheeks with his palms and forced her to look at him. "Angela… I didn't treat you as a hookup. Didn't you hear what I said? I knew you are Ash's sister and that I should stay away from you, but I was too attracted to you and I didn't care about any of that. It was only a few hours, but I can still hear your laughter, and your taste lingers on my lips, just like the touch of your skin on my palm. I can't get you out of my mind." He also wanted to say that he gets a hard-on every time he remembers their makeout session in Ash's apartment, but he kept that part for himself.

Angela didn't understand. She took a step back and observed him keenly. "You said that you messed up and that you are sorry."

"Yes. I messed up and I am sorry that I made you cry. You see, I am not prince charming. I am just a regular guy who says whatever is on his mind. Maybe I am too dumb so my brain can't work fast enough to control my mouth. I can't guarantee a happily ever after, but I can assure you that I will do my best to make things work between us… if you are willing to give us a chance."

Angela held her breath and she blinked rapidly. "What are you saying?"

"I am saying that I like you, Angela Grant. I like you a lot. And I believe that you like me too. I want you to look me in the eyes and say if you want to give a shot at a relationship with me."

Angela pinched herself to make sure she can feel the pain and that this was not a dream or a result of the alcohol which lingered in her system. But the sharp pain told her that this is real and that Derek said that he likes her a lot and that he wants them to date.

"I… I…", Angela stuttered.

"Yes or no, please. I am a simple guy and I need a simple answer. Anything else is confusing."

Angela smiled a little. "Yes."

Derek paused. "Yes, what? Yes, for a relationship, or yes, you will give me a simple answer?"

Angela's smile widened. His insecurity was adorable and it melted her heart. She forgot about all her grievances and wanted to plunge into his embrace, but she held back.

"Both."

Derek's face lit up. "Really?"

"Do you want me to change my mind? Or are you going back on wanting a relationship with me?"

"No, no… I just… I want to make sure that this is what you want. Somehow, I thought that it will take more convincing for you to see that I really like you. Can I assume that you won't leave?"

As a response, Angela kept her phone back into her purse. She saw Derek looking at her expectantly and shifting his weight from one leg to another nervously while wriggling his fingers, unsure what to do with his hands. He reached to hug her, but halfway he stopped and retracted his arms.

Angela thought that he was out of character. What happened with a confident man who is a definition of sin? "For someone who was getting in my pants on the day we met, you don't seem to know what to do."

Derek's handsome eyebrow arched, and he flashed her a cocky grin. "Why are you talking like I was the only one who wanted to get in your pants? How much I remember, you were more than willing. You were holding me firmly and moaning while pulling..."

Angela grimaced. "Derek, this is the time when you stop talking and kiss me."

Instead of kissing her, he placed his palm below her chin and his thumb traced her lower lip.

"Are you hungry, baby? Thirsty? Or do you want to shower? You didn't sleep much, and if you are still tired, I can lend you comfortable clothes to sleep in…"

She was not sure what to make out of this. Who thinks about food or showering or sleeping at a moment like this? "You don't want to kiss me?"

"I do. But a prince charming should be a gentleman. If I kiss you, I'm not sure if I will be able to stop. It's just the two of us in my apartment, in the middle of the night, you are the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and you said that you will stay the night. As of now, we are dating and I don't want to rush and mess it up by making you think I see you as a hookup because I see you as my girlfriend, long-term."

Angela's insides trembled. Derek was kind and attentive and in the dimly lit room his chocolate eyes were dark and unfathomable and directed at her, and he said all the right things. He called her his girlfriend and spoke about not rushing things, but… can they really take things slow from this point? He already touched her everywhere and she liked it very much.

Angela never thought of saving herself for marriage, but she didn't want her first time to be a hookup either. She was looking for a relationship, a guy who will move her heart, and an amazing specimen is right in front of her... her smoking-hot boyfriend who wants to be a gentleman. 

She stopped fighting the attraction which was raging within her for the last two weeks, and she felt her body heating up.

God! How much she wanted his hands all over her! The memory of his body pressing on top of hers was fresh in her mind, and the way his fingers left fiery traces over her skin, and his lips soft and powerful… and she felt the heat creeping up her neck as her heart rate increased.

She stepped closer to him and looked up.

"I don't want to date prince charming. I want you, Derek.", she said in a small voice.

Derek's heart expanded. An amazing girl like Angela wants to date him and she said it clearly!

It's not that he never thought of dating a woman, but things didn't work out. Getting a woman in his bed was never a problem for Derek, but maintaining a relationship was a totally different thing. He could only blame his negative EQ because his lack of tact would chase women away after a few dates no matter how enamored they were with him, but Derek had a feeling that things with Angela will work out. She is smart for both of them, and she said that she wants him.

"I need to warn you that I tend to say things and ruin the mood.", Derek admitted.

Angela nodded faintly. She experienced that more than once. Like right now. Why is he talking instead of kissing her? She took this opportunity to ask: "The things you say, are they truth or lies?"

"I don't lie. But I am aware that sometimes I should choose my words or keep my mouth shut. I was labeled as a himbo.", he said without any shame, with an intention to warn Angela of what she is getting herself into.

Angela smiled and her arms snaked around his waist. "I was labeled as a person who overthinks things and has her head in the clouds. How I see it, we are a good match. I can help you in controlling your mouth, and you can keep me grounded in return. Don't lie to me, Derek, and we will do just fine. I will take you as mine and if anyone calls you a himbo, they will need to face my wrath."

Derek hugged Angela and pulled her to lean on him. She fit in his arms perfectly. He felt her full breasts pressing on him and he reminded himself that his hands should stay on her back firmly and not wander around.

Angela rested her head under Derek's chin and inhaled his masculine scent while trying to calm down her nerves. The man who got her mind in a tizzy and made her have all kinds of sinful thoughts was holding her gently and they agreed to be in a relationship. Dating! She is dating Derek!

"Derek…", she called after some time.

"Hmm?"

"I'm still waiting for my boyfriend to kiss me."

Derek chuckled. A boyfriend. Angela's boyfriend. He liked the sound of that.

She looked up and he lowered his head, and their lips connected into a chaste kiss. Once, twice… every next time they relaxed a bit more and melted into each other as kisses turned more demanding.

Derek was reminding himself not to rush, but Angela's hands sneaked under his t-shirt and she explored the landscape of his back with her palms, holding onto him firmly, silently telling him that she does not want him to stop. 

Angela reached up into her disheveled hair that used to be a bun before she slept on the bed with it. She removed a few bobby pins and the elastic, releasing her brownish-golden hair to cascade freely over her back.

Derek couldn't wait to bury his hand in her soft hair, and he grabbed a fistful at the same time as he deepened the kiss.

Angela moaned into his mouth while clutching his shoulders.

The middle finger of his right hand made small circles on her back, teasing her skin just above the zipper of her dress while he gave Angela the opportunity to stop him, but she didn't. In one smooth move, he pulled the zipper lower and her gown slid down on the floor.

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