Author notes: R&R!
Chapter three
Scip gave Angela a strange look. "A massage? " He repeated his thick eye brows furrowed. Angela nodded with a smile. He sighed. "Well if it will stop you from leaving then ok. Follow me. "He walked up the stairs not even waiting for her. Her boots made no noise as they silently moved through the rooms until they reached the only closed off one. Scip's office.
He sat at the edge of the bed waiting. She breathed in and out slowly; she hadn't given a massage in what seemed to be an eternity. She sat on the bed behind him closing her eyes for a moment. Scip said nothing, staring at the wall with a ghostly look. "Um… "Angela began. "What is it? "Scip asked softly out of curiosity. He turned her head to the side to look at her. "I can't massage threw clothes. " She said trying hard not to giggle. Scip blushed and turned his head away.
He toke it off slowly, as if he was regretting agreeing to it. She warmed her hands by rubbing them together. She wiped them off. She rested her hands on his shoulders, slowly clenching them softly then pushing it back down. "Wow you are tense. " She noted now working on his neck. He tensed a bit, making it harder to massage it. "Relax. " Angela whispered a bit annoyed. "being half naked with a girl on my bed isn't what you call relaxing'." She blushed a bit from hearing this. "Good point. "
She finally started on his back, for this she needed to pull him closer. He breathed in sharply. She slowly ran her fingers over his back, then pushing them harder in. His knots started to shrink. Her hands went to his stomach. Suddenly, he grabbed her hands, pulling them to make her come closer. "Thank you. "He muttered releasing her hands and standing up. "But I wasn't done… "She pouted, not even bothering to hide her disappointment.
He pulled back on his shirt then turned back to face her. "I have to go. Could you… wait for me here? "He asked biting his lip. Of course it was an utter lie. "But-"Angela was cut off. "Look Angela, I don't have time for you! " Angela was hurt by this; she had never heard Scip snap like that. He stomped off without a good bye. A single tear rolled down Angela's face. Did she hurt him? Did she scare him? Did she touch something she shouldn't have? A million question rammed her thoughts as she rested her head on his pillow.
Scip stomped out of the Stella. He needed to think alone. He paced back and forth outside the Stella, kicking a rock. He didn't even know why he had done that. There was just something about Angela that didn't seem right. He sighed, stopping to a halt. He ran a hand through his hair. No use standing out here in the cold. He started walking slowly through the alley ways. Venice, so full of places to think or hide, it was perfect for him.