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Letting. Go.
    “Gone.” He shot, quickly standing and closing down the conversation. “You have a unique tone to your voice, Neva. The pain lingers on every word you sing. It’s been a long time since I have heard anything like it, have you thought about singing at an open mic night?” He said, swiftly changing the subject. His face showed no emotion besides the hard lines of his lips, knowing I had hit a sore subject. His father was his trigger, like mine, just on completely different parallels.
    “I haven’t got the confidence to do something like that. I’m not a big fan of having a room full of eyes on me.” I muttered, the thought made the pit of my stomach clench violently. Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on Angel, trying to distract myself from the familiar feeling of bile rising from the depths of my stomach. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
    “I could help you.” He spoke softly. His finger tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “We could help each other.”
    “Why would you help me Angel? You don’t even know me.” I asked. We didn’t know a single thing about each other, only that we were both broken in one way or another.
    “I may not know what your favorite color is or your favorite movie, but what I do know is the pain in your voice, so beautiful and heartbreaking. I also know the complete peace you feel when you touch the strings of a guitar, because I feel it too.” He said, crouching down on the floor in front of me, placing the palms of his hands on my thighs, the innocent touch scorching my skin. “I also happen to know you are very sexy, especially when you blush like you’re doing right now.” He said, a sexy chuckle escaping his lips, causing my whole body to turn a brilliant shade of red.
    Angel’s hands started slowly creeping up to the tops of my thighs, the gentle pressure welcome against my skin. Slowly standing, he took a step closer, his eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t look anywhere else, they entranced me, pulling me into a place where I didn’t know which way was up or down. We were nose to nose, his warm breath tickling my lips. His large, masculine hands cupped my face gently, the rough calluses grazing against my skin as he pulled me closer.
    “I also know that right now, I want to kiss you.” He said, in a slow sexy drawl. Suddenly his lips crashed against mine, the softness of his lips causing me to gasp. His tongue slowly ran across my bottom lip, searing me with just a single stroke, setting my whole body on fire. Moaning against his mouth, I tasted the bitter shock of whiskey, the sensation turning up my body temperature to boiling. Suddenly his hands were in my hair, tightening as he grasped it into fists, pulling me towards him. The erotic act only helped deepen the kiss, as Angel took control, sending bolts of lightning through my body. But all of a sudden, I was remembering the way Logan’s hands caressed my skin softly, the way his lips would gently graze mine, how my body responded to Logan’s touch, his slow and deliberate kisses or the way he drew lazy circles in my skin. My head was screaming for Logan, for his kiss. But my body was urging me along with Angel, his rough hands against my skin, the way he could control me completely with just one kiss. But now that Logan had penetrated my thoughts, he was all I could think about. I had to stop this, now.
    Placing my hands on Angel’s chest, I shoved hard, abruptly breaking the kiss. I was panting and breathless, trying to absorb what I had just done. “Fuck.” He groaned, placing his forehead against mine. His chest rising and falling as he tried to fill his lungs with air, it seemed as though I wasn’t the only one affected.
    The distinctive sound of a door slamming shut startled me, someone had seen us. Pushing against Angel’s chest again, he slowly took a step back away from my body, his face a picture of confusion. I quickly stood and made my way to the door, gasping as a scent