Angel's Eyes

I woke up slowly, my eyes fighting to open, from getting too much sleep. I'd really never thought the prospect of 'too much sleep' was possible, but it certainly was, and it was turning out to be worse then lack of sleep. I hardly remembered what had previously happened. A car crash. My car flew off a bridge, and down to the depths of the water below. I only could recall those details vaguely, but everything else was gone. I couldn't remember a single thing.

Except…him.

As the car plummeted into the sea, I could clearly see one thing. An angel, soaring towards me, reaching for me, holding me tightly to his warm body, and lifting me out of my under-water prison. His face was forever set in my mind. A pale, beautiful figure, his deep blue eyes timid and curious, his arms and chest lightly muscled here and there, his legs covered by an old pair of jeans. But more then what I saw, I remembered how he felt. His warm protective arms around me, his soft velvet skin, his frantic breaths, and those deep blues, that looked so worried about a complete stranger.

When I came too, I saw him across the room. He was standing by a window, looking absently out, sighing every now and then. I stayed silent, hoping to stare quietly at him forever. He was like a marble statue, every part of his half-bare body perfect, and white.

I groaned, unable to bite my lip in time, and he looked at me, relief in his scared eyes. He stared at me for a long time, without moving. His hands were draped innocently by his sides, his chest heaving silently as he breathed. He picked up a wash cloth from a table that was near and walked over to me. His wings, I noticed, were folded tightly behind his back. He hunched down, leaning over me, and placed it gently on my forehead. It stung for a second, but I was too distracted to care.

His hand didn't move from the cloth, as he held it in place. It set my hand on top of his, to tell him I could hold it, but his hand was so warm, my fingers held on to his. He froze, stiffened, becoming a statue again beside me.

For a second, I could have sworn he was holding his breath. But then his soft breathing was heard again, and he relaxed a little bit. He looked so shy, so frightened. I didn't believe he was scared of me, but maybe the human contact. He didn't seem like he got out much, but he seemed to be doing fine to me, at least, with communication.

His lips quivered, parting slightly. My head slowly rose, and without thinking, I closed the distance between us, and pressed my lips firmly to his. He froze again, dropping both his hands to his sides, like he was afraid to touch me, but he didn't pull back otherwise. He finally began to get into it, his left hand hesitantly planting itself on my shoulder. I lifted a finger to run it down his neck and across his chest in a flash. He stiffened slightly but not as bad as before. I apologized with my eyes, afraid to leave his lips, and he accepted it, pressing his lips harder against mine.

For that few seconds, we became still, as if we were attached somehow, and not planning on being away from the other. Then a loud ring echoed from somewhere in the room. Warren yanked away so hard, he almost took my lips with him. He was still shaking as he ran to answer his cell phone. I hadn't really noticed the room before; I'd only had eyes for him. It was a medium sized room, well furnished, with a king sized bed, and a few couches for sitting. I ran my hands along the satin sheets of the bed.

"Hello?" he asked quietly. It was the first time I'd heard his voice. It was a kind whisper, from somebody who'd spent their life obeying orders. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I-I was helping somebody. Alright. I won't do it again. Okay. Goodbye."

He hung up and looked over at me, blushing, "My dad. I have to go. I'm his latest test dummy for this cure thing. I'm actually late." He glanced at the clock on the wall.

I nodded, starring at him, more gazing at him, and looking into his eyes. I finally had the courage to muster up some to say.

"What should I do?"

"This is one of my dad's unused condos, so you can stay here, if you want," he murmured, "Unless you'd rather leave, then I can take you home."

"No hurry," I said soothingly. He nodded, and smiled. His smile was something new to me, but just upon seeing it, I wanted to hold him, keep him safe, and love him for ever. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

"Okay. Good. It's settled then," he was easily pleased. He watched me for another second, his quiet breathing again filling the room. He then walked silently to the window and hopped up onto the sill. He glanced at me again, as if to ask permission to go.

I would let him leave, reluctantly, but not before asking him, "What's your name?"

He smiled, "Warren." And that was all I needed to know. He jumped out the window and I could see him instantly catch his wings on the wind, and soar towards the city, that lay a few miles away. The sun had just risen to the tops of the sky, and I was beginning to believe it was a better day…