When Angela's eyes fluttered open, it took her a few moments to take in her unfamiliar surroundings before rolling over and coming face-to-face with Vincent's maskless face. She couldn't help the smile that graced her lips. He looked so innocent in his sleep. His breathing was still slow and deep, so she knew she hadn't disturbed him with her movement. She gazed at him, gently trailing her thumb over the sunken flesh that covered his eye socket before tracing the marred flesh over the right corner of his mouth. She couldn't begin to describe how much she enjoyed the sensation of the rough ridges and bumps of his scars. After pressing a featherlight kiss to the rough ridge of his cheekbone, she slipped out of bed and tugged on one of the man's t-shirts. On her, it hung down to almost her knees. She tugged on her shorts and made her way downstairs, helping herself to become familiar with the kitchen.
Bo groaned softly as he rolled over, wrapping his arm around Dakota's waist and hugging her firmly to his chest. He was becoming attached. She was starting to feel like home to him, and he enjoyed having a warm, beautiful woman in his bed. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft lips on his own as they kissed languidly, her small fingers on his neck and shoulders sending shivers down his spine. He enjoyed the feeling of her perfectly smooth skin beneath his hands as he rubbed them along her back. The smell of fresh cooking wafted up from downstairs. That was most certainly bacon. Bo quickly sat up, raising a soft whine from the still half-asleep Dakota.
"Do you smell that?" he asked as he got out of bed, quickly pulling on some pants and a shirt. Dakota sighed softly before rolling out of bed and pulling on some shorts and a tank top. She followed Bo down to the kitchen, smiling when she saw Angela standing in front of the stove, her hair tied back in a messy bun. Bo stopped, his jaw falling open at the sight of all of the plates of food. There were thick, fluffy pancakes, soft, fluffy scrambled eggs, and tender breakfast sausage. A fresh pot of hot coffee sat steaming in the coffee maker and Angela was dipping slices of freshly cooked bacon into a pot of melted chocolate before setting them aside on wax paper to let harden.
"Good morning!" Angela bubbled. "I hope you don't mind me cooking for you without permission. No one else was awake when I woke up, but I absolutely love cooking. It's practically my love language." She laughed softly and Dakota giggled with her.
"Oh, little sister!" Bo belted excitedly, wrapping her in his arms and lifting her in a hug. "I'm so glad you're feeling better! You can cook whenever you want to! Vincent and I are officially lucky to have you girls here to spoil us!" He set her back down and was rewarded with wild giggles from both girls. Angela returned her focus to making the chocolate-covered bacon. Every plate and mug was full when Vincent came down to join them.
"Vince!" Angela cooed as she leaped into his arms. While his arms were full keeping her held up, she gently lifted his mask to reveal his disfigured face. His growl of protest did nothing to dissuade her. He was about to drop her until her lips met his, and she kissed him so sweetly and lovingly that she stole the very breath from his lungs. His angel, his siren. He tightened his grip on her as he kissed back. Bo made an obnoxious gagging noise, earning himself a swat on the arm from Dakota. He chuckled but the fact that he could feel how much she was holding back made him a little nervous. Angela giggled softly and gently secured Vincent's mask.
"I prefer when you don't wear your mask," she purred softly in his ear. "But far be it from me to stand in your way if your attachment to it brings you a sense of security." He was dumbfounded, and briefly wondered if she had supernatural abilities. His mask was the last thing he had that was made by their mother's hands. Their father had performed the surgery to separate him and Bo himself. And somehow, she knew what he was feeling. He'd only ever heard of this deep type of intuition she displayed. He gently set her back down on the floor.
Angela led Vincent to the table and sat beside him. He watched as Angela and Dakota ate quietly and politely while Bo was taking huge bites and moaning at the taste. He's surprised by the short chuckle that bubbles up from his chest at the comical way his brother was eating. He finally lifted up the bottom of his mask, taking a bite of the food that his angel had prepared. His eyes widened slightly, and Angela giggled softly at the look of surprise on his face.
"That good?" she chimed with a delighted smile. A slightly strained noise escaped his throat as he nodded. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever tasted. Soon, both girls were giggling as Vincent hardly showed more restraint than his twin. Once they had eaten, Dakota quickly took care of all of the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. She washed her hands and helped herself to a couple of pieces of the chocolate-covered bacon.
"A tour of the town, big brother!" Angela playfully insisted as she grabbed Bo's sleeve and tugged.
"Alright, alright!" Bo chuckled affectionately. "Go get ready and I'll give you girls a tour of Ambrose." Angela squealed happily as she bounced on her heels and clapped enthusiastically. She rushed upstairs to Vincent's room, digging through her bag and pulling out a beautiful sage green sundress, slipping the t-shirt and shorts off to replace with the dress. She slipped on a comfortable pair of gray hiking sandals and returned downstairs. Dakota also took the opportunity to change into a purple t-shirt, black booty shorts, and black flip flops. Vincent couldn't help gazing at how ethereal his angel looked.
"Ready?" Bo asked with a smile while hungrily eyeing Dakota, his Aphrodite incarnate. He loved the way her cheeks flushed, and her gaze heated. Angela made Vincent lean down so she could lift the bottom of his mask to steal a kiss before turning back to Bo.
"Ready!" Angela giggled. Bo chuckled, rolling his eyes fondly as he led the girls out to the truck. He drove into town and parked at the gas station. When he got out, he helped Dakota down and she immediately laced fingers with him. Angela excitedly hopped out of the truck on her own and was on her way to exploring everything. He let her lead as he and Dakota followed, informing them about the entire town. He told them about the church, the gas station, the shops, the houses, and all of the wax residents. Angela stopped outside of the petshop, gazing in awe at the mound of wax puppies with their fan blown dancing tails.
"Vincent did all of this?" she asked, unable to mask how impressed she is.
"He did all of the waxing," Bo explained. "Lester and I did the setup." He wrapped his arm around Dakota's shoulders, feeling more relaxed as she wrapped both of her arms around his waist in return. He was really taken aback by how fast he was falling for this girl. Love was previously something he assumed he'd never experience.
A rumbling in the distance caught their attention, and another pick-up truck soon rolled up to the gas station. This one had a heap of animal corpses in the bed in varying conditions. The man who stepped out was thin and a bit scraggly looking with messy light brown hair under his trucker cap and jacked up teeth. Another noise had them looking over in time to see Angela climb into the bed of the other man's truck.
"Lester, this is Dakota and the girl that just jumped on your truck is Angela," Bo introduced them with a soft chuckle. "Girls, this is our other brother, Lester." Both men watched as the petite brunette picked through the heap with her bare hands as if looking for something specific. Her face lit up and she claimed an almost perfectly intact coyote.
"Hey, Lester, is it okay if I have this?" Angela asked perkily, seemingly immune to the blood and stench that now covered her.
"Knock yourself out, lil' darlin'," Lester chuckled. "They were just going to the heap anyway!"
"Hello, Lester," Dakota said with a polite smile as Angela put her coyote in the bed of Bo's truck. "I have a feeling you and Angela are going to get along famously." She giggled softly.
"She's truly something unique, ain't she?" Lester replied as he scratched his head under his cap. "You're welcome to come with me the next time I go collect roadkill, little angel!"
"She's perfect for our Vincent," Bo said with another chuckle. Angela sat in the bed of Bo's truck with her chosen project, grinning ear to ear.
"Don't go without me next time, okay, Lester?" Angela asked as she giggled.
"I could never forget you, little angel." The third Sinclair brother was flattered. He had never met anyone as kind as this girl, nor anyone who actively expressed wanting to spend time with him (besides his brothers, of course, but they don't count). Angela had managed to become more of a mystery to them and it felt as if they knew even less about her than they did before she woke up. After some more light chatting, Bo and Dakota got back in the truck and he drove back to the house.