JEZ AND MORGEAD: ANGEL TEARS
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO…
WITH SHOUTOUTS TO…
LOST IN MY SAPHIRE EYES
AS I kissed her, I could tell Jez was unhappy. But at that moment, I really didn't care, she had broken my heart, so I didn't care.
I was so angry I was seeing red, and so hurt I wanted to curl up in a tiny little ball and cry for hours. Just like I had when my mother had left, only worse, because I actually loved Jez.
And yet, she still didn't trust me.
I pulled back from my violent kiss. "Get in the car." I ordered gruffly.
When she tried to open her mouth to say something. But I shut her up with a glare. "Don't you dare talk to me, Jez."
Her eyes filled with tears and regret. Good, she deserved it, the evil part of my mind whispered gleefully. While the other, bigger part of me, which loved Jez to the end of the world wanted to take her in my arms and hold her and kiss her jealous fears away.
But I remained strong, and didn't touch her, or caress her smooth skin. If I did, I would be lost.
Instead, I grabbed her bags and shoved them in the trunk of the car, before going to the driver side window. "Out. I drive." I told her shortly, wrenching the car door open.
When we pulled out of the parking lot, it wasn't raining but it was misting.
I heard her take a breath to speak, but I flicked the radio on before she could say a word. I wasn't in the mood for her excuses.
I flipped through the channels absently, all I could find was the crap Poppy and James liked, the voodoo type. Nothing was in English either.
Jez sighed and put her head on the window, creating a halo with her beautiful red hair.
Who did she think she was? Looking all beautiful and innocent and sad. Was it even legal to look so alluring when I was angry with her?
"Stop it," I said roughly, before I lost control and started worshipping her.
"Stop what?" she asked miserably without moving from her position.
"Stop looking so sad and beautiful," I pounded the wheel in frustration, "It's killing me, you're killing me." To my shame I dissolved into tears.
I could barely guide the car to the rough shoulder at the edge of the road. "Why do you do that to me? You promised to never leave me, but you did, twice." My voice was pathetically small. Even to my ears.
She reached over with trembling fingers to wipe the tears from below my eyes. "No," I whispered brokenly, when her fingers were and inch from my face. "Don't touch me right now. Please."
She nodded sadly and sunk back into her seat. Knotting her delicate fingers up in her lap. Tears began to fall from her eyes, just as the first raindrops ran down the cool glass windows, like the tears of an angel.
Because when an angel cries, it begins to rain.
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