Forever Mine(10)

Angel was puzzled. “Quack?”



She burst into laughter. “Squawk? You know what I mean!”



“God, you were doing so well,” he teased, pretending to gaze out into the sky. “I mean, I could almost hear the waves crashing and everything.”



Sarah continued to laugh. Angel wondered if she was getting tipsy but he continued to tease her. He loved hearing her laugh. “I mean peep would’ve been closer, but quack? Really?”



Sarah’s hand was over her mouth, but there was no muffling her laughter. “I got the point across, didn’t I?”





“I’m just saying. The wind was blowing in my hair and everything, look.” He pretended to hold his hair down.





“Stop!” she squealed.





He couldn’t help laughing with her. It was such a cute laugh and so contagious. She was refreshing. It wasn’t just that she was enjoying his jokes, but that she didn’t mind laughing at herself. So many other girls would’ve been too busy trying to be seductive. She didn’t even have to try. He could tell being seductive was the last thing on her mind.



She wiped the corners of her eyes. She’d literally laughed that hard. “Is my mascara all messed up?” She opened her eyes wide.



He stepped forward to get a better look. Her makeup had smeared slightly on the bottom corner of her right eye. “Hold still,” he moved closer to her.



He wiped the bottom of her eye very slowly and gently with his pinky. He was so close to her face, he could smell the wine on her breath. She held her cup right in front of her, and he felt her tense up when his body touched her hand. He examined her other eye.



“Your eyes are amazing,” he said without moving back.



She held his gaze for just a second, and then backed up slightly. “Thanks.”



She turned away and Angel watched as she took a very long sip of her wine. It surprised him how uncomfortable compliments made her. With eyes like those, you’d think she’d be used to them. Still, she broke the silence as only she could.



“Where’s my Precious?” She said, in a coddling voice. She bent over and opened her ice chest. Angel watched as she poured herself less than a quarter of a cup.



He enjoyed teasing her. “Maybe if you’d fill the cup, you wouldn’t have to refill so often.”



“Ah, to deal with lower society,” she smirked. “This isn’t beer, Angel. You sip, so if I fill it, by the time I’m half way through, it’ll be warm. I don’t like warm wine, okay?”



“Oh no, you didn’t just call me lower society!”





“Oh, yes, I did.”





Angel held his pointer finger up in front of her, and she began to giggle again. “One word.”





“Bring it,” She took a sip.





“Quack!”





She covered her mouth with the cup to avoid spitting and turned her back on him so he couldn’t see it leak out the side of her mouth. She turned back to face him and kept laughing. “You had to go there.” She wiped around her cleavage.



His eyes were fixated on her hands. “I had to.” Gulping hard, he watched her continue to wipe the wine from the front of her blouse. “I can help you with that.”



She smiled at him half rolling her eyes. “That’s okay.” She returned her attention to her blouse, and he couldn’t look away.





He was still standing there gaping, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Eric. “Hey, dude, you ready?”





Angel turned around. Eric was holding Romero up. “Damn, is he that wasted?”





Eric shot him a sarcastic look. Angel turned to Sarah. “This is my ride.”





She glanced over at Eric holding Romero up, and giggled a little. Angel could see she was lightheaded from the wine. She seemed so small and delicate and incredibly vulnerable, “I won’t leave though. Where’s Valerie?”



She smiled at him. “Go ahead, I’m fine.”



Like hell. “Yeah, you are fine. But I’m not leaving you until Valerie gets back.”



The party was beginning to end and Valerie, Sarah’s ride, was nowhere in sight. Sarah had tried calling her several times on her cell, but the call wouldn’t go through. Angel grabbed Sarah’s hand in his, and both their ice chests in his other. “Come on, let’s go look for Valerie.”



As they walked through the party, one of Dana’s friends tried to stop him. “Hey, Angel, where’s Dana?” Her eyebrows were arched and she peered at Sarah. Angel kept walking, pretending not to hear.