Author's note – Hello lovelies! First of all thank you all so much for your reviews last chapter, they were awesome! This next chapter deals with the morning after Ana's drunken admission… and I think you're going to like it ;)

The next morning, Ana woke up alone in an unfamiliar bed with the sun peeking through the windows and onto her face. Taking a moment to fully wake up, she slowly sat up as she inspected her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was.

Last night was a blur, and she didn't remember much of what happened at the clubhouse…except…Oh this is Angel's place…Ana thought, suddenly uncomfortable once she realised she'd gone home with Angel. It had been a long time since she'd been in his house, but now that her pounding headache was starting to ease she mentally kicked herself for not realising it was his place sooner, has it really been that long since I was last here? She thought.

Standing up out of bed, Ana was thankful to find she was still fully dressed, minus her shoes which were on the floor. Putting them on quickly, she was worried for a moment that in her drunken and angry state she did something impulsive. Walking over to Angel's bookshelf, she examined the array of objects, from random books to crosses, until she came across an old photo she forgot even existed. It was her and EZ at their high school graduation with Angel and the Reyes parents. Marisol was standing next to EZ, who had one arm around her and one around Ana, with Felipe standing on the outside next to Marisol with a huge grin on his face.

Angel was on the opposite end next to Ana, he was slouching a fair bit so as to hide the height difference between the two, their heads touching as they leaned into each other while smiling for the camera.

Ana smiled fondly at the memory, clear as day in her mind. Felipe and Marisol were ecstatic to watch EZ graduate, who as usual was trying to ignore the attention, EZ was never a bragger. Ana on the other hand had been pretty down for majority of the day, her absentee father woke her up in the morning screaming at her for supposedly hiding his booze. In reality he had just drunk it all the night before. For Ana, graduating meant getting out of that house and running off to college as soon as possible. But once she got to school, she was met with Marisol bumbling towards her with flowers as Angel and Felipe trailed behind, the Reyes family as excited to see her graduate as they were to see EZ.

Picking up the photo, Ana stood there in Angel's bedroom for much longer than she realised, tracing her hand over the frame as she looked back on the people in it fondly. Soon enough she focused on her and Angel in it, and how even back then, he was always there.

Not realising she was being watched, Ana almost jumped at the sound of Angel clearing his throat to make himself known. "Oh, um… s-sorry I just, I just woke up and noticed the photo and –"Ana began, putting the photo back down.

Shaking his head, Angel, in a wife beater and jeans walked over slowly, eager to close the gap between the two. "It's okay. It's a good photo," he said, picking it up as he stood next to her, holding the photo in front of them.

"Hm, I don't think I've ever seen pops so happy before, I remember Mom that morning freaking out because she didn't know what sort of flowers you'd like. She made us look around the mall for what felt like a goddamn hour." Angel said, chuckling at the memory. Turning his head to Ana, he noticed a solemn expression on her face as she looked at the photo.

"Your mom always made sure to make me feel included," Ana said chuckling before she continued, "Like I was part of the family."

Feeling his eyes on her, Ana looked up Angel and found herself matching his stare. "That's because you were Ana. You still are," Angel said gently but firmly, his eyes not leaving Ana's as he put the photo back down on the shelf.

The pair stood there, in the biker's bedroom for what felt like an eternity to Ana, mere inches apart. After a while Ana found herself needing to break eye contact, she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or something else but she was feeling lightheaded.

Taking a step back, Ana wobbled slightly but Angel not missing a beat, held his hand out and grabbed her, pulling her closer to him again. With her chest against his, Ana was dead silent, it was as if he'd taken her breath away.

Searching her face for some kind of clue as to what she was thinking, Angel kept his hold on her with one hand, while he brushed the hair out of Ana's face with another, Ana leaning into his touch as he did so. It was a small, quick gesture, but it was so intimate that it made Ana shiver. What the hell is happening to me? Ana thought, getting more confused every minute she spent with Angel, and she was pretty sure he could tell.

With a small smirk playing on his face, Angel let go of Ana as he began walking backwards out the room, his stare still firmly on her. "You hungry?" He asked with his eyebrows raised, laughing when Ana seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in at the mention of food.

"Fuck yes!" She practically yelled, making no attempt to be graceful. Chuckling, Angel let Ana know she could freshen up in the bathroom if she needed to, an offer she didn't hesitate to take up. Once she was in the bathroom, she noticed just how awful she looked. Staring back at her in the mirror was a frazzled brunette she barely recognised.

"Seriously Ana what the fuck?" She asked herself as she found some toothpaste and put it on her finger, This'll have to do for now, she thought as she brushed her teeth and got the leftover taste of alcohol out of her mouth as best she could. Ana then washed her face and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself look halfway decent before practically running out of the bathroom with her phone and bag.

She met Angel in his kitchen to find he'd made bacon and eggs. "Aww, you made me breakfast?" Ana asked sweetly as she sat down, looking up at Angel with her glazy, hungover eyes.

"Well I figured you'd probably still be drunk until you got some food in you," Angel said snarkily, sitting down across from Ana. Smiling to himself as she grabbed some food, Angel was enjoying this little moment of domesticated bliss. He knew it was somewhat odd to have Ana in his house so early, after a drunken night no less and without EZ. But boy was he grateful.

"HA-HA. Yes okay, I may have had a drink or two too many last night…." Ana began as she poured herself some orange juice.

"One or two? Babe I think you mean a bottle or two too many. I didn't know you could drink that much," Angel said incredulously, sitting back in his chair.

"Ah, you underestimate you Angel," Ana hit back, a cheeky grin making its way onto her face as she had a sip.

Smirking, Angel made no effort to hide the fact he was checking her out where she sat. His eyes moving down from her eyes, to her plump lips, to her chest.

"Oh no, I'd never underestimate you mi querida," he said as he grabbed some food for himself.

Feeling herself blush, Ana started eating her small portion of food rather quickly to avoid saying something stupid. And before she knew it she was standing up and leaning against the sink in an effort to create some distance between herself and Angel before she asked her next question.

"So... what did happen last night Angel?" She asked carefully. While she knew Angel would never in a million years take advantage of her, Ana was worried that whatever weird feelings she was currently having for him had made themselves known last night. And whatever it was she did feel for Angel, Ana didn't want it to become known because she was drunk.

Looking up at her, Angel put down his fork once he noticed how tense she was. "Nothing… you took Riz and Coco for a ride, think they lost a couple hundred each cuz of you," he said laughing before noticing that wasn't what she meant.

Suddenly, Angel was starting to finally realising that the past few weeks of sexual tension he thought he'd imagined between the two of them wasn't so imaginary. Looking at Ana standing across from him, wringing her hands together in anticipation as she waited for Angel to tell her that she didn't do anything stupid when she was drunk, Angel could barely contain himself of the inside. While he'd never compare Ana to the girls he's hooked up with, he knew that look in her eyes. That uncertainty, that almost innocent look as she waits for confirmation that what she's thinking, or feeling is reciprocated.

Standing up from his chair slowly, Angel walked over to his kitchen sink, leaning against it as he stood directly across from her. "Well… what do you think happened?" He asked slyly, wanting to see if Ana would step up.

Trying to remain cool, Ana found herself panicking slightly. Oh god what did I do? She thought.

"Well… I think I got really drunk and for some reason EZ couldn't take me home and – "

"And here you are," Angel said, cutting her off.

Smiling back at him, Ana simply agreed. "And here I am…"

Folding his arms across his chest, Angel decided to put her mind at ease. "Well don't worry, you crashed pretty much within 10 minutes of being inside. Mumbled a few things, got a little handsy," he paused, teasing out the last night to gauge her reaction as he walked over to her.

"But nothing bad happened don't worry," He said, noticing her very visible sigh of relief as he did so.

"Though… you did say something," Angel said, realising if he were ever going to get the truth out of Ana, it'd be now.

"Oh?" Ana asked, trying to remain nonchalant as she craned her neck up to meet Angel's gaze.

Leaning his left hand against the bench, Angel towered over Ana's small frame. "Yeah, you told me, you told me you didn't wanna leave," he said, slowly leaning in closer towards her, tilting his head to the side inquisitively.

Feeling as though she was frozen, Ana couldn't move – or she simply didn't want to – as she looked back up at Angel. 'Well I mean, I haven't really been hiding that have I?" She asked carefully, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to remain cool despite being in such close proximity to Angel. Considering what EZ had told her about Angel's feelings for her, and how Ana had been feeling since, Ana knew the smart thing to do would be to keep as far away from Angel as possible. But she couldn't help herself, their chemistry was unlike anything she'd felt before. She wasn't sure why she'd only just noticed it, but now that she had she didn't want to go without it.

Still looking down at her, Angel was careful not to get to closer, in fear of scaring her. "Well no but... you asked me if I wanted you to stay," he revealed, his breath catching slightly as he realised that now he couldn't pretend there was something more, because whatever Ana said next would set of a chain of reactions. But he was ready for it.

Clearing her throat, Ana bit her lip before breaking Angel's gaze, turning her down to look at the floor. She knew now that even though nothing physical had happened between the two, she had a sneaking suspicion it very well could have.

"And what'd you say?" Ana asked as she continued avoiding looking back up at Angel. But Angel wasn't having it, placing his right hand firmly on her chin, he pushed her head back up so that she was looking directly at him. Not letting go of her, Angel leaned down as Ana stretched upwards, trying to match Angel's height, her breathing heavy as her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

Angel's face was now hovering over Ana's, the two both simply waiting for the other to make the first move. Smirking, Angel simply asked, "What do you think?"

Looking back up at him, her eyes rapidly moving between his lips and his eyes, Ana couldn't take the tension anymore. Deciding she was already too far gone for this to never be awkward even if she didn't kiss Angel, she figured she might as well do what she wanted – what they both wanted.

Bringing her hands up, Ana stood on her toes as she grabbed either side of Angel's face and brought him down to meet her lips. It was the most impulsive thing she'd ever done, and she'd never felt so alive. Their lips now intertwined, Ana felt like her whole body was on fire.

Angel wasted no time in wrapping his strong, tattooed arms around her as Ana pulled him closer to her, as hungry for him as he was for her. Picking her up effortlessly, Ana wrapped her legs around Angel's waist as he walked her forward until she was sitting on the kitchen bench, her back leaning against the wall. Still refusing to break apart, Angel's hands travelled from Ana's waist up her body as his tongue entered her mouth, dancing against hers, eliciting a soft moan of appreciation from Ana as her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs now back around his waist as if to keep him in her grip – as if he'd ever want to be anywhere else.

Angel's hands continue to explore her body, his left now on holding the back of her neck while his right catches up, taking longer on account of Angel playing with her breasts, drawing out another moan from her. He then moves his lips away from hers and brings his mouth to the crook of her neck, switching between a trail of kisses and sucking on her neck, his beard adding to the sensation. "Mmm-huh Angel," Ana whimpers as she grips him tighter, the sensation he's causing sending her into overdrive. Her hands travel down his back, and Ana pulls him closer, feeling his growing bulge between her legs.

Her turn to smirk now, Ana leans against the wall behind her as Angel looks up at her, in awe of her. "Holy shit" She says cheekily as she looks at Angel, her eyebrows raised and her cheeks a bright red, partly from the intense makeout session and partly from being in this position with Angel, Ana never imagined herself here but yet now that she was in it, it felt so right.

Smirking at her reaction, Angel had been waiting for this his whole life, and he wasn't about to let it stop anytime soon. Practically jumping her, Angel pulled Ana into another deep kiss, his hands running through her thick hair fiercely as the two fought for control. As they broke apart again after a few minutes to catch their breath, Ana started peppering kisses on Angel's cheeks before moving down to his neck and chest as Angel buried his head into her hair, taking a brief moment to savour the smell of it, to savour the moment that he'd imagined a thousand times. Somehow, it was better than he had ever envisioned.

Pulling Ana's face back up to meet his, Angel was desperate for her. Bringing her in for another full, deep kiss, Angel broke it off as if to purposely tease her. Noticing her frustration, Angel chuckled lightly, "Mm don't worry mi reina, we're not done here," he says before inching slowly down her neck and then her chest, her halterneck providing easy access to her breasts.

"Oh go – geez Angel," Ana struggles to get out as he continues tracing his tongue around her breasts, teasing her nipples into tight buds. Ana wasn't sure what she expected to happen when she first kissed Angel but ending up on his kitchen bench practically dry humping was not it. About to reach down and pull him back to her lips, Ana was kicked back into reality at the sound of a phone ringing.

"Mmm don't… worry about….. it," Angel begged Ana as he felt her stiffen underneath him, moving back up towards her face and meeting his eyes with hers, trying to stop the moment from being ruined. They continued as they were for a few more seconds but so did the phone.

"Angel, it…could… it… could… be… important…. EZ…. Or… the…the… club…" Ana said in between deep breaths, trying to regain some sort of composure. While physically she wasn't ready to stop by a long shot, she knew mentally they needed to cool it and it looked like Angel didn't have the self-restraint to do so, so it was up to Ana to somehow find it.

Using what little energy, she had left, Ana pushed Angel off her softly, kissing him ever so softly one more time before telling him to answer his phone. Whatever it was, she knew it was likely to be some urgent job for the club and she didn't want to be the reason he got in the shit with them.

Grudgingly, Angel stepped away from Ana and reached into his pocket for his phone, his eyes never leaving her for a second. "Yeah what is it?" He answered, his frustration evident immediately to whoever was on the other end. Ana couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed as she stared at him, his pants now extremely tight around his groin, his short hair a mess from her running her hands through it, faint hickeys on his neck. Holy shit, did I do that? She thought, not knowing she had it in her.

As Angel continued talking on the phone, she noticed his conversation was becoming more serious as he turned away from her and began speaking in a hushed tone. Suddenly slamming back into reality now that his lips were away from hers, Ana quietly got back to her feet and made her way over to her own phone. Unlocking it, she found herself flooded with messages from EZ and more importantly Mark, who seemed to have stayed up all night calling her.

Ana, where are you? I'm so sorry about this morning… please let me come get you wherever you are….

Ana I just spoke to EZ, he said you spent the night at his, please call me when you wake up. Let's talk this out Ana please.

These were only two of a handful of messages Mark had sent Ana throughout the night, and Ana was now suddenly confronted with more guilt than she could handle at the thought of what she'd just done to Mark.

Looking back over at Angel who's back was still facing her, Ana found herself panicking. Any minute now Angel would get off the phone and want to continue what she had started, and she wasn't sure she had the will to fight him off. Looking between her phone and the hallway, where she could see a peek of the front door, Ana grabbed her phone and bag and quietly crept over to Angel's front door, looking back to make sure he didn't notice anything.

Watching him to make sure he didn't notice, Ana slowly turned the doorknob and sneakily opened his front door just enough for her to squeeze through. Now on his front porch, Ana was met with the glaring sun of Santo Padre. Running down the steps, Ana counted her lucky stars when she saw a taxi coming up the street which she wasted no time in flagging down and jumping into. Driving away from Angel's and back home, hopefully to an empty house where she could collect her thoughts.

Back inside, Angel was finally off the phone with Coco, who wanted to talk ahead of their next meetup with Adelita that night. While Angel knew Coco had good reason to call, he couldn't help cursing his brother for his timing. Once he finally hung up, Angel turned around expecting to find Ana ready to finish whatever the fuck they started, but instead was met with an empty room.

Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, Angel noticed his front door was open and knew immediately that Ana had ran.

"Fucking shit!" were the first words in a long string of angry ones that Angel yelled as he threw his phone, angry and disappointed that he had gotten so close to what he finally wanted only to have it slip away in less than 5 minutes.

Author's note – okay guys, there we go!

I seriously hope you guys liked this one, and that it left you wanting more.

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