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Moon Dance

Three's A Crowd

I slowly opened my eyes and crawled over a sleeping Chris so I could get to the hallway. The sun was shining through the front windows and a warm glow filled the bus. I reached into the fridge and grabbed an Arizona tea and my sketchbook and sat on the couch. Last night had been an amazing night and although I was a virgin I couldn’t help but think that I would have given myself to Chris last night. I opened my sketchbook to a new page and looked up to see a very groggy Angelo walk in. His hair was tangled and he wore mesh shorts and no shirt. His eyes were still bright blue even though he yawned and stretched.

“Good morning.” He said, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning.” I replied.

He headed into the fridge and grabbed water and then sat next to me. He smelled like Irish Spring and something a bit spicy, like cinnamon, and soon it was hard to concentrate on drawing.

“Working on something?” He asked.

“Trying to, I just can’t get the feathers right on this crow.” I sighed.

He sat for a moment looking over the drawing and slowly took my hand in his and moved it across the paper guiding it.
“Try doing this.” He said.

Our hands glided across the paper creating smooth intricate lines, until all the feathers shown individually on the wings. I looked up at him and saw his deep blue eyes fixed on me with a look of curiosity.

“What I asked?” A nervous twist forming in my stomach.

“Nothing.” He smiled before getting up and heading outside for a quick run.



ANGELO P.O.V.

Even in the morning with her hair in a bun and wearing ratty old shorts and a Bless the Fall tank top she still looked stunning. Her skin glowed in the sun and her eyes sparkled in the sunlight that filtered in through the windows. After I asked her what she was drawing she said she needed some help and I did the only thing I knew how to do. I took her hand undermine and showed her how to curve the lines of the wings and make the feathers look realistic. Her hand was so smooth and small compared to mine and it was almost like holding the hand of a porcelain doll. When I was done showing her we sat in silence for a moment and I looked over at her sitting there, hunched over her sketchbook. Everything I was feeling was completely wrong, especially since they were towards her. I could feel lust, jealously; love (maybe?), but mostly I felt anger. Anger towards myself for feeling this way and for her even being here because I couldn’t be anything but nice to her. When she caught me staring at her I quickly assured her it was nothing and headed outside to do a quick run around the block in hopes that it would calm my nerves. She had only been with us for one night and already was proving to be a small issue for me. And was that her I heard last night with Chris in his bunk when they thought no one was back yet? Shit, her noises were so damn hot, turning me on so badly I had jerk off just to keep from losing my mind. Just thinking about it had my dick rising and I took off in a sprint hoping the exercise would help quiet the throbbing in my shorts.

Notes

Hey guys!! So I realize that I have been putting some emphasis on the way people smell in this story. Since Aurora is based off me, smell plays in important role because I myself love the smell of Irish Spring...and just a well cleaned man!!
Also, this chapter seems a bit short, but get ready for some more Angelo...he's going to be popping up a lot more. It's just a hard transition writing 3 p.o.v.s

-Kia

Comments

The crow is the best movie ever I swear to goddess I know it by heart

@PerfectlyDepressing
Im glad I can help with your happiness!! <3

@JenLynnizMotionless
Thank you!!" <3

@MistressParente
I don't think anyone realizes how happy that makes me xD

@MistressParente
I don't think anyone realizes how happy that makes me xD