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Chapter Nine.
I felt the weird tingling of someone watching me.
Their eyes looking so deeply into my vulnerable sleep that they almost can see past the invisible walls and into my soul that bears all my secrets like a glossy display case in a high school hallway.
The weird thing was that I didn't move or feel uncomfortable in any way.
These eyes seem to be alright to peel away any type of shield that I have trying to hide me.
I felt something tickle my face and at first I thought I was imagining until I smelled that unique smell.
Mmm.
Her smell.
I realized that the edge of the couch was dipped in next to me. I could fell her moving in closer.
A hand picked up mine and began to sign letters in it.
I concentrated on what she was spelling.
"You look like an angel when you sleep."
She whispered it against my ear softly as she spelt it out.
Her tongue darted out while pronouncing each and every word.
It felt absolutely heavenly.
For a second I thought must be an angel because I don't think I have ever been this blessed in my life. For a small fraction of a moment I felt that I must be in heaven because my life has never amounted to anything like this.
I was afraid to open my eyes.
What if this was some kind of dream?
What if this past week was all but a dream? It was something that was only tangible in the world of my slumber and I couldn't even come close to touching it in reality?
I would believe it was a dream, but at the rate my heart was beating as she pulled away I knew it must be real.
My heart was jumping out of my chest.
I slowly opened my eyes.
She was the one who looked like an angel.
Her hair was falling down, creating a curtain around both our faces.
Behind her there was this beautiful morning glow from the sun. It created a brilliant halo for a beautiful angel of God's.
I don't believe I have ever been this religious before. I was always thrown into religion and demanded what to believe. Now, I can't not thank God for what he has bestowed on me.
If prayer and my soul is the price I have to pay for her then I would pay it over and over again.
This is what happens when you have an angel for a girlfriend.
The world stops beating and your heart starts living.
My eyes adjusted quickly to see a pleased smile on her face.
"Mornin'," she mouthed to me.
I smiled, "Where did you learn how to finger spell?"
She laughed, "Finger wha?"
I giggled, "Spelled the words into my palm."
"Oh, umm, Kyla picked me up this morning and I told her to start teaching me some stuff." She admitted.
Unexpectedly, both of us surprise. I moved forward and crashed my lips into her's.
A powerful kiss that none of us where expected, but both needed it as much as we needed the air we breathe.
Her hand came up to my neck and pulled me closer. The kiss easily heating up into a passionate moment of fevered temptation.
How can you explain the indescribable feelings of the thrill of the second kiss sealing this relationship.
There are no words, so I cannot describe this to you.
This moment makes me feeling like I should be a singer of soulful R&B music. Telling the world about this instant love and how my heart cannot even stop from loving her.
Love?
Wait, love?
What is this foreign word?
Could this be what people talk about? Could these overwhelming foreign feelings be the things that people sing about? Write about? Talk about?
Should I ask her?
She would know.
I can't.
I mean I don't want to scare her away.
But could it possibly be it?
I couldn't think straight anymore due to her tongue sliding across my lips demanding for entrance.
I can't, nor never will I, have the heart to deny an angel.
I haven't mastered the art of kissing and breathing. Kissing is something this entirely new to me and I had no idea it would be this addicted.
I was addicted to her.
I mentioned that I loved her smell, but did I ever mention the way she tastes?
Boy, think my grandmum's French vanilla cheesecake and my mom's brownies times a billon…still wouldn't touch it.
I had to pull away, sucking in the needed air.
She pulled back and helped me set up. She was giggling at my immediate need for oxygen.
"Hun, it's okay to pull apart for air," Her face was beginning to turn red from the giggles.
I felt my face flush. I stared up at her innocently, tilted my head, and said "Opps."
This had her face soften, "That was sooooo adorable."
That's right; I can also make her melt in the palm of my hand.
"I know," I laughed.
She shook her head and leaned in for a quick kiss.
Once she pulled apart I leaned back into the couch giving her room to sit up next to me. She kicked off her shoes before standing up on the couch. I looked up at her as she motioned for me to scoot up. I did what she said, but was confused. She stepped behind me and sat down, putting her legs on either side of me.
I smiled, getting to what she was saying, and turned halfway in her arms so that I would see her lips.
She smiled, "This alright?"
Aww, she was so considerable.
Although this is major new territory for me, I nodded my head.
It just felt right, you know?
She smiles at me and tightened her hold, letting one hand fall to the lower back and trail tiny circles on exposed skin.
"How was your weekend?" She asked.
My eyes lightened up even more…well if it was possible.
"Great! Friday night I watched the girls," I started.
"Were they good?"
I nodded my head, "Very good! I mean, Ashley Marie is the perfect newborn and she reminds me so much of Kyla, awake, aware, and already full of life."
She laughed, "I know, when I visited them at the hospital I was amazed at how aware she was."
"I know, and then Ripley…she is perfect." I said, meeting eyes with Ashley.
My soul was willing her to get what I was saying…what I knew. My soul was reaching out to her's telling her that she could tell me the truth and I would be perfectly alright with it.
I continued, "She was quiet for a while, but after a while she was this adorable little girl. I kept calling her 'Princess' and she adored it."
I watched Ashley's expression soften as I talked about the little girl.
It suddenly hit me.
She was gone most of the girl's life.
She had barely little memories with the girl that was her own.
She lives vigorously through the stories of others.
"I ended putting Ashley Marie to sleep in her Moses bed I had next to the couch and Ripley fell asleep in my arms, so her and I slept on the couch." I said smiling at the memory.
That will be something always left in my head high on the most important shelf in my memory.
"Kyla took pictures," Ashley said moving a piece of my hair.
"Really?"
Ashley nodded her head, "She always takes pictures when I am away so it's like I'm not missing out of her life, you know?"
I nodded my head.
"They are beautiful."
I smiled.
She continued, "If you don't mind…could I take some with me while I go on tour or if I have to go somewhere? I mean, one of you and her?"
My heart fell a million stories, "Of course."
She smiled and kissed my head before pulling back.
"Good."
I smiled softly.
Her eyes melted into mine.
"You're a part of my life now."