WARNING: Below is a chapter filled with fluff!

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I have a towel wrapped around my waist and Angel's robe is back on as we walk from the bathroom back to the bedroom. He's holding clean sheets in one hand and he's holding my hand with his other hand. He gives me the clean sheets before walking over to the bed, taking the sheets off of it, and tossing them on the floor. He then beckons me and I walk to the bed as he takes the pillowcases off of the pillows.

"I think the pillowcases were okay," I point out, chuckling.

"I know, but I can't have mismatching sheets and pillowcases," Angel says. "It's just one of those things that can't happen or I'll go insane." I laugh and give him the fitted sheet. "Can you put the pillowcases on the pillows, please?" I nod and take the pillows off of the bed. I slide the pillows into the cases while Angel puts the fitted sheet on the bed. He then picks up the top sheet and spreads it out onto the bed. I place the pillows back on the bed neatly.

"So, what do we do with the other sheets?" I ask, wrapping my arms around Angel's waist.

"I'll take care of them later," he replies.

"Well, what should we do until later?" I kiss his neck and slip a hand into his robe. He shivers and removes my hand. I chuckle. "Sensitive?"

"What do you think?" Angel turns to face me. He's smiling. "What brought that on anyway? I wanted to get clean in the shower."

"I wanted to please you."

"Well, you did. I think my second favorite part of you is your tongue." I laugh and Angel kisses me softly on the lips.

"What's your first favorite part of me?" I ask.

"I love kissing you, so . . . your lips." Angel kisses me again and I smile. "What about you? What are your favorite parts of me?"

"Everything," I reply, making Angel giggle.

"I mean, if you had to choose, which you do, mister."

"Okay. My second favorite part of you has to be your ass." Angel squeals as I give his ass a squeeze. He moves my hands back to his waist.

"And your first favorite part of me?"

"Your eyes. They're so beautiful." I kiss Angel romantically. "You're so beautiful." I kiss him again and he deepens the kiss before gently pushing me away.

"Honey, I think we should put clothes on," he says.

"Why?" I ask. "You don't wanna cuddle naked with me?" Angel smiles at me.

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Do you not trust me to control myself?"

"Honey, I trust you completely. It's me I don't trust." We share a laugh. "Let's at least put on underwear." I nod and pick my boxers up off of the floor as Angel walks over to the dresser. I let my towel fall to the floor and slide my boxers on. I look to Angel and notice he's removed his robe. He's wearing red pair of boy shorts. He walks toward the bed and I enjoy the view as he bends over to pick up the dirty sheets that are on the floor.

"I like what you have on, Angel," I say. Angel stands up, turns around, and walks toward me.

"Thomas Collins, were you looking at my ass?" he asks, smirking.

"You're lucky I didn't smack it." Angel giggles and leaves the room. I climb onto the bed, lie down, and close my eyes. I'm not tired, I'm just thinking. How the hell did I, Thomas B. Collins, get so damn lucky to be with someone like Angel? It doesn't even make any sense. What would've happened to me if Angel hadn't been drumming near that alley? Would somebody have found me? Would Josh have found me? I shudder at the very thought of that.

"Tired, honey?" Angel says, causing me to open my eyes.

"Nah," I reply. "Just thinkin'." Angel climbs onto the bed and straddles me. I sit up and receive a kiss.

"What were you thinking about?" I take one of Angel's hands in mine and kiss it.

"How lucky I am to be with you." Angel smiles and I receive another kiss. He then looks into my eyes. I think he's about to ask me something serious.

"Honey, if I ask you something, will you give me an honest answer?" he asks.

"Of course," I tell him.

"Was it . . . good for you?" I smile at him. He's so cute.

"It was amazing, baby."

"Really? Or are you just saying that to make me feel good?"

"That's the truth. I loved every minute of it."

"Who was the last person that made love to you?" I wince and hope Angel doesn't notice. He does notice, of course, and he has a worried expression on his face. "The answer's Josh, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I reply. "And I don't even think it should in the category of 'making love.'"

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't care about how I felt. He just wanted sex. I mean, it was never forced or anything, but it wasn't pleasurable for me. And it actually hurt a few times."

"He hurt you and he didn't care?" I nod and force myself not to cry.

"He hated me." My voice is soft.

"He didn't deserve you," Angel tells me. He kisses my forehead. He's so sweet and kind. He's generous, too. I've never been with someone like him. All my past relationships have been with someone who was only with me for sex or just to say they have a boyfriend. That's what I'm used to. I'm used to being treated like shit. Maybe I deserve to be with someone who treats me like shit. Like . . . Josh. Am I supposed to be with him? Am I supposed to be miserable with him instead of happy with Angel? I know Angel deserves someone better than me. So, maybe I am supposed to be with . . . why am I thinking this way?

"I don't deserve you," I say. Angel's eyes widen.

"Where did that come from?" he asks.

"I don't know. I just . . . you deserve someone so much better than me, Angel."

"Honey, why are you saying this?"

"You've given me a place to stay. You've given me hope. You've given me happiness. You've given me love. All you do is give, Angel. I can't keep taking from you without giving somethin' back. I-" Angel's lips against mine cut me off.

"Honey, you don't have to give anything back," he tells me after our lips part.

"I . . . I don't?"

"No. I've given you all those things because I love you, not because I expect something in return. Why would you think that?"

"I guess I'm just not used to this."

"Not used to what?"

"Being . . . loved." Angel smiles at me and kisses my lips gently.

"As long as you're mine, you'll always be loved, honey," he tells me.

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