My ARCHANGEL

Chapter 3 💘 Feeding Process

The next day I wake up with a slight nudge on my shoulder. Streeching, I yawn while purring contentedly without attempting to pry my eyes open.

I'm still so sleepy.

"Mom, why do you have to wake me up so early?" I whine.

"I can see your brain from here."

Huh?

My eyes instantly snaps open after hearing my mom's masculine voice.

"Ahhhh!" Shreiking like a mad cow, I run like I'm afraid of my own shadow to the nearest door to hide myself after I saw Michael smirking at me.

God!

How could I forget?

Stupid!

Huffing a nervous breath, I look around and find myself inside a bathroom.

Lucky guess, huh?

"Rain, finish your business there double time. We don't have all day." Michael orders quite impatiently but a hint of laughter is laced on his voice.

"Give me sec!" I yell back, pouting to myself at the mirror after splashing some water on my face. I beam when I see a set of disposable toothbrush and toothpaste piled neatly on top of a clean face towel. Michael must have done it for me.

Without any more delay, I take a quick shower. It only took me ten minutes. I know, so unladylike. But, having a job that's always on the go does that to a woman. No more dilly-dallying for personal comfort. A Cupid must be ready all the time.

"Let's go?" I smile innocently at Michael who's sitting comfortably at the couch while reading a magazine.

Weird right?

But, yeah. A full blown Vogue magazine. I wonder who brought it at that place.

"Okay," he smiles back at me tapping the space beside him.

Did I mention that his smile is absolutely heavenly? I guess I did for several times already.

Gosh!

I'm really starting to doubt myself. Feels like I was the one who got hit by the arrow. Michael is so unaffected.

Stammering, I ask, "m-me? S-sit? W-why?"

You see right there? That's me making a fool out of myself. Just freaking stupid.

"Yes, you." He chuckles still tapping.

I give him a doubtful look but obeys nonetheless. Raising an eyebrow, I ask, "care to tell me why we're sitting here instead of going?"

"Why? Don't you want to sit close to me? I do. I mean, I wanted to sit next to you like this since yesterday." He teases me using a nonchalant tone.

I stare at him dumbfounded. Just what the heck is he getting at?

Feigning embarrassment in which I'm pretty sure my face is betraying me at the moment, I dare say, "Is this the love bug talking?"

"Perhaps— perhaps not." He teases again.

Please stop it. He's so yummy when he's at this mood and I'm having a hard time controlling myself.

"Michael. It's not funny." Pouting, I warn him.

"What?" He chuckles. Pinching my cheeks, he teases me more, "You're so cute when you do that. Makes me wanna kiss you."

"Gosh! I will never get use to this side of you." Pushing him away on reflex, I snap at him. Of course, with a great probability that my face is as red as a tomato. I can endure bullying 'coz I was a bully myself but not this.