Tessie D

Angel and I went out again this weekend. We started having breakfast again in the morning. Eating lunch together just the two of us at my office desk. Spending all our time together on the weekends.

Angel came over on Saturday night with a pizza and a bottle of wine. We were going to hang out at the house and watch movies. I’d had a few glasses and felt myself get lightheaded, giddy. We were sitting on the couch, and Angel put on music that I’d never heard before. An album called Moon Safari by a group called Air. Mezzanine by Massive Attack. Music that sounded unlike anything I’d ever heard before. Soft and melodic. Synthesized and polished.

So different from the heavy guitar, rough, sad music that everyone used to listen to a few years ago, and the pop sounds, happier music that’s all over the radio now.

How did he find this? I’d never heard anything like it.

Lying on the couch together in the living room, listening to music and looking at the lights sparkle on our little Christmas tree. I rolled over to face him, and Angel buried his face in my hair. He softly exhaled, “You smell so good. Like coconuts and cookie dough. I think I could eat you up.”

I laughed, “It’s nothing fancy. Just cocoa butter and baby powder.”

“Of course. You’re so unpretentious and so unapologetically simple. You’re just so naturally beautiful without artifice or superficiality,” Angel said, thumbing one of my curls between his fingers.

I buried my face into his broad chest and curled my bare feet around his calves. I looked up and saw the soft glow of his face, the lights sparkling in his eyes. He moved his hand out of my hair and toward my face, softly pulling my chin upward so that his lips gently grazed my own. I could feel his mouth opening, his soft lips, the stubble on his upper lip. He took my breath away… or maybe he was breathing life into me. A few moments later, he pulled away. He rested his head in the crook of my neck and I stroked the back of his head, running my fingers back and forth.