Only fools fall in love [CW]

The way he tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear was almost bewitching. How could he be so God fucking charming? She watched him as he crawled into the bed and didn’t hesitate to crawl into his arms as he waved her over. It was way too comfortable to be with him… And it was quite dangerous that he lived almost next door. How the hell was she even going to figure that out? Maybe she should just tell him that she couldn’t do this again and act like her and her boyfriend got together after? Maybe she should just write him a note when she left in the morning… Or maybe it was better just to get it over with?
He mentioned he was tired, and right after it sounded like someone was at the door, giggling like a girl. Was that a girlfriend or… Wait it was a girl with someone else… Was this just some fuck-ya-girl-place? She frowned and looked up at him as he spoke. She only got closer to him as he put his hands on his face. “You live with someone?” she spoke softly just to be sure her thoughts wasn’t wrong.

Zadkiel chuckled a little as she said he knew how to keep a woman happy, “Well I’m hopefully only getting better at it,” he chuckled. He hoped that the therapy would make it easier to explain things to people, so there wouldn’t be misunderstandings when he tried to express feelings or in general just explain things which wasn’t military. He smiled calmly and truly happy when she leaned in and let their noses meet before she kiss his lips again. He chuckled as she pushed him away and tried to hurry after her as she started running. He knew he wasn’t going to catch up to her unless he brought his wings out. He laughed with her, and like her, not caring about neither complains nor neighbors. It was late after all.
She unlocked the door, and Zadkiel was right after her, meeting her lips almost as he got inside. Passionately and almost enough for Zadkiel to motivate him to start to strip both of them all the way to the bedroom, but when she suddenly pulled away and furrowed her brows, he did the same and turned his head slightly confused, “What’s up?” he asked looking at her, as she looked around. Suddenly she ran into the kitchen, obviously folding something and hiding it behind her back, so he followed her somewhat calmly. “So?” he repeated mimicking her facial expression, loosing it in a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her. “We can do that… But why don’t you tell me what you’re hiding?” he said with an almost boyish smile and let his hands slide down her back until they would meet the fabric of the kimono. Zadkiel would also soon enough remember that the drawers in the guestroom wasn’t filled to the brim with protection like the master bedroom – forgetting they had some in their bags.

Taylor looked directly over at Kemuel as he said ‘about that’. Had he lied? Of course, how could a teenage boy be able to pay to live here? Her own mother was crazy rich to even live her with two daughters who didn’t pay to live at home – even though Lauren never really lived at home. “What do you mean about that?” she hissed in a whisper, which made him explain. “What!” she exclaimed, truly not completely satisfied, but not too loud to be heard downstairs. She raised her brows as he mentioned that it was about time to get out of there, “You think?” she said, before she quickly crawled out of bed and tried to catch her bikini. She didn’t need to put it on, she just had to get out of here. “Wait… Where’s my kimono?” she said after she had been looking for it for a little bit. She looked up at Kemuel as she remembered, “You know what, it’s okay, I can get it another time,” she whispered and waved it off with her hand. She tried to look around to find away who they could get out without having to go down the stairs, but the only thing there was seemed to be the balcony – but none of them could fly, she believed. She therefore pulled on her shoulders and gestured towards the stairs, “Only one way out,” she said, “You first,” she whispered. She was definitely not going to be the one to face his bother. Who knew, maybe his brother was even taller and much more built? She would be terrified to stand in front of a successful, muscular man, with his probably adoring and beautiful girlfriend. Oh, fucking hell… And they lived in the same neighborhood as her! She just had to get out of there.

Zadkiel chuckled a little as she said she wasn’t hiding anything. It could be a game too. “Mhmmm?” he chuckled humming until she revealed the kimono. He raised an eyebrow as she said it wasn’t what she was hiding. Then what was it she was hiding? Knew how he was with messes, well, that was correct, but that wouldn’t make sense to why she was hiding it. She didn’t need to hide those things, he could just take care of it, or she could herself. It didn’t have to be fixed right away – and besides, he didn’t even remember there being any mess when they left the apartment. And then she sighed before she leaned towards him, and told him the truth. Kemuel was here with a girl, which was why she wanted them to use the guestroom. He chuckled a bit, before she told him that they had to boil or throw out the bedsheets in the masterbedroom before she would ever sleep there. “Wait what,” he said, with a wide smile on his face, “Okay, we can go to the guestroom,” he said and pointed towards it, before he changed his fingers position, pointing backwards towards their bedroom. “But first I have to see the proof,” he laughed and quickly turned around to rush upstairs – stomping all the way.

Taylor heard how there was steps running up the stairs, and immediately felt panic spread in her body, with her heart all the way up into her throat, leaving her with a choking feeling. With her arms full of bikini parts she cowardly hurried towards the nearest closet and got inside of it – hiding.

Taylor understood why he had taken her here, now that they were out of town and wasn’t supposed to be home before Monday, but in the slight panic and stress, she didn’t really respond to it. It felt like it only fueled to the panic. Wouldn’t his brother be knowing to have to text his little brother that he was coming home and therefor didn’t need to watch the apartment for them? What the hell, honestly!
She looked at him as he mentioned that it was a possibility that they could fly. She was completely flabbergasted and stood with her mouth wide open. What did he just say? To her favor, he explained that he didn’t feel like ripping his shirt and he felt like it was too cold outside to fly around without a t-shirt. “You what?” she blinked a little at him. She had definitely not figured that he was a supernatural being. She knew little too them, but she had begun to read some of the things she had to learn on the academy, which she was going to start at soon. Which of the supernatural being would he be since he talked about ripping his shirt open? Werewolf, demon, angel or maybe even shapeshifter? There were many possibilities… Okay, it wouldn’t be a werewolf when he said he could fly but still- Wait… Had she just had her first time with a supernatural? Holy shit, her mother was not going to get to know this at any time. Not even in thirty years.
As she went over to the closet she tried to hide and heard how Kemuel asked what she was doing, which only made her hold her breath trying to hide better. As he tried to open the closet, she hurried to close it again, “Find your own hiding sport!” she hissed. There wouldn’t be space for two people in here, even though the closet was giant.

Zadkiel couldn’t stop laughing as Letha asked him to leave his brother alone. He wouldn’t. He could take a little teasing, the way he had clearly taken a little lady with him home, al the way up to Letha and his bedroom. Finally, he reached the door and busted it open, looking like the million dollars he always looked like, just without a cast on his arm. His brown eyes only found his little brother, but the whole room smelled of sex, and he could see the light hadn’t been turned off as they had used that too. He wondered for a short moment if he had to disinfect the whole bathroom too. He chuckled a little as his brother waved at him, “Fancy seeing you too,” he chuckled and approached him a little. He saw how Letha started picking at his little brother who quickly blushed. “Nice and clean, eh?” he chuckled and put his hand on his little brother’s shoulder. He knew by himself that a nicely done bed was somewhat also attracting to a girl, so I made sense that Kemuel sought to their place instead of his own with their aunt in it. “So, where did you hide her?” he teased and looked a little towards the closet where he had just been standing. He walked between his brother and the closet to open it.
All this time, Taylor had been holding her breath, scared of being caught, not even wearing her bikini bottoms, but only a shirt…. A shirt which wasn’t even Kemuels!
Suddenly the door opened up quickly, and in front of the door was a tall muscular big brother to Kemuel. She jumped a little and walked backwards, deeper into the closet. The tall guy just smiled at the girl Kemuel had brought home; but didn’t she live just nearby? And didn’t she have a boyfriend? Of course, he hadn’t seen the guy lately, so maybe they had broken off – it wasn’t his stuff to peek into. He turned a little before he grabbed his brother’s shoulder and shook him a bit, “Good catch,” he laughed. “So, are you guys going to stay for breakfast for tomorrow morning or do you want to show your miss home?” he eyed the scared small girl in the closet who's cheeks were at least as flushed red as Kemuels.

Zadkiel could hear how Letha told him to be kind. He was going to be kind, he just needed a little proof and a little teasing. Kemuel deserved a little of that, and oh, how he would be hearing from this on a day out, just the two of them. Kemuel tried to stop Zadkiel from opening the closet, but it was still too easy to open, which led to Zadkiel seeing the little scared girl. She did look quite young with those big eyes and skinny body, but Zadkiel trusted his brother enough to not bring home a girl who wasn’t too young. He also noticed how she was wearing one of his own shirts. What a bastard, did he really think that would go unnoticed?
By the way Kemuel smiled, Zadkiel knew that it wasn’t all too much. He also noticed how he stepped in front of his little girlfriend as if he was protecting her. He really cared for her, huh? He was very glad on Kemuel’s behalf – it was what he needed. Someone to seek to, to help him grief and make his day so much better. Hadn’t it been for Letha, Zadkiel would’ve continued to tease him a little more, though he wouldn’t directly tease the girl, he couldn’t allow himself to do that. So, he was pulled at and he didn’t really resist. As Letha reminded him of the crepes, he started smiling. He didn’t have to remind Letha that it would be after she had made up for the early going home.

Taylor was somewhat terrified of what the older brother would do. Who knew if he had some issues? Her shoulders lowered themselves a little as Kemuel stepped in front of her, but it didn’t lessen the blushing. She was so sure that she had seen Kemuel’s big brother run around the block plenty of times, and on the warm days even without his shirt on. She knew that he was built. Your miss. It wasn’t like she didn’t like being called miss, but knowing that his big brother, and probably the girlfriend probably had seen Hunter, she felt like it was only like smudging it in her face. She had been unfaithful. The girlfriend came to the rescue, and Taylor could almost hear how she talked to her about the crepes and strawberries. It sure did sound delicious. She pulled on a shy smile, not wanting to say a word to any of them.
Finally, the couple left the room, making Taylor cover her face with her hands, running them up into her hair, sighing. She frowned a little as he said he wouldn’t tell a soul if it wasn’t something he liked. So, he had wanted to talk about his conquest? Taking another virginity. She really didn’t look pleased, but when he asked about to stay or go home, her face softened. She really didn’t want to be showed home. He really didn’t have to know just about how close she lived to his sibling’s apartment. She crossed her arms, trying to keep herself a little warm and comfortable. She looked to the ground and licked her lips a little. “We can stay the night,” she almost whispered before she looked up at him. She pressed her lips together a bit, “Like you said, it’s too cold to be outside half naked,” she said and looked down at her legs. She still had both her bikini top and bottom in her hand, being completely naked under this giant shirt, which still didn’t belong to Kemuel. She looked back up at him, being reminded of the supernatural thing. It was like she tried to throw the unpleasant things behind her and tried to get answers. She stepped closer to him, until her hands could find their way underneath his shirt, just by the lining of the shorts. “So, you can fly?” she asked, curious to see what he was hiding.

Zadkiel was smiling widely, from one ear to another, giggling and laughing as they got downstairs. He followed her like a dog, even though she had just called him a dick. “Well, someone has to be it,” he chuckled, “He can take it,” he chuckled before he reached up behind her by the bags and swirled his arms around her, looking over her shoulder, following her pace towards the guestroom. “Well it’s probably harder than our own, since it’s less used,” he said smiling a little, before he loosened his grip to open the door for her and lead her inside. As soon as he closed the door, he let his hand grab around hers and twirl her around until she reached his arms so he could give her a smooch.

Taylor was definitely not the type who started yelling. She was just worried that her mother found out, but she would just have to handle that at some other time. She was in general just a quite calm person. Down to earth, some would say. She liked the smiled that formed on his lips as she told him it was too cold. After all, she only had her bikini and the shirt, which wasn’t Kemuel’s, and her kimono downstairs. She raised her brows a little, getting more and more curious. He tucked strand of hair away from her face. She huffed a little as his eyes glided down to her hands. She let her slim fingertips run along the lining until it reached his back and slid up under hi shirt. It was warm underneath. Her fingers searched for any signs of holes, bones or something that would make sense to where his wings would get out from. “Does it hurt to show them?” she asked licking her lips curiously. She really didn’t know how it functioned and only got more curious as time went by. She wanted to watch from his back, to see how they appeared. She frowned a little by herself, “I’m sorry, is that even appropriate?” he asked and started to withdraw her hands.

As it seemed like something tickled, she let her light fingers retreat a little, so they didn’t touch him. It wasn’t on purpose – she was just curious. She could sense that her questions had been somewhat stupid, but there was so many questions she roamed her mind knowing he was an angel. She had slept with an angel. Her first time had been with an angel. She had been unfaithful with an angel. God, she hoped that she hadn’t put his fate in stone in some way.
As he stepped away, she let her hands find their way around herself, almost as if she was hugging her own body. Her big brown eyes watched him as he took of his shirt, which made her press her lips together forming a thin, excited, line. Even though he was slim, she couldn’t really stop her eyes from feasting on the sight, which was why she put her right hand near her mouth, covering it shyly.

I’m guessing you would like to see?

Her eyes quickly looked up into his eyes, quite embarrassed that she had been staring. She nodded, and almost timed with it, his wings appeared. Her eyes widened, and behind her hand her mouth slowly opened. His wings were beautiful, and her curious soul wished to feel the feathers. She really had to restrain herself from not just approaching immediately. As he folded them down his back, she blinked a little, closing her mouth and let her eyes find his once again. She lowered her hand, joining the other in hugging herself. She gave a soft chuckle as he announced he didn’t want to destroy his brother’s bedroom. He turned around which awoke her curiosity once again. She approached with silent steps and let her slightly cold fingers find the bottom of his neck and trace down his spine until her hand slowly could transition to the root of one of his wings. “They’re beautiful,” she spoke ever so softly. Her eyes followed her fingers as they glided over the smaller feathers.

Taylor had a difficult time not being too fascinated with the wings, even when they rustled a bit. She had never seen something like this and definitely took her breath away. Nothing was to be compared to his wings. Her eyes followed the movements of the wings before he turned around. She swallowed a smaller lump in her throat as she looked up at him. She noticed how he moistured his lips, which made her do the same without realizing it. She nodded a bit as he mentioned going to bed. She blinked a little as if she was getting back to reality, “Y-yea. Sorry,” she knitted her brows a little together, “I… Let’s go to bed,” she said finally decided. She approached him, tried not to pay too much attention to his wings, grabbed his hand and turned them a little around so she led them towards the bed. She could at least enjoy these bedtime hours until she had to figure out how to get home without it seeming suspicious.

She reached the bed sooner than she had expected and therefore pulled a little in Kemuel’s arm before she let go and sat down on the bed. She really hoped the slight pull in his arm didn’t cause him to lose his balance; but with their luck…

She bumped into the bed and suddenly he was on the ground. “Oh my-! Are you okay?” she asked with a slight giggle, only because their luck and the way he fell looked funny. He responded that it hurt and they should rather go to sleep before anything else happened, she giggled and watched how he got onto his feet. It had been lucky that he had retracted his wings before he fell like that. As he ordered her to scootch, she was quick to move across the bed so he could get in. She only got under her own duvet as he mumbled to her that she should come. It pulled a shy, but glad smile on her lips. She didn’t hesitate, so she scooted her bum closer to Kemuel before she laid down into his arms and swung one arm around him and one leg between his. This was way too comfortable. Dangerously comfortable. How was she ever going to get out of this without leaving scars?


How was she supposed to sleep with the simmering anxiety of actually hurting Kemuel, his brother hand his brother’s girlfriend? How was she ever going to get out of her house without having to check if one of the three was nearby? Would they tell her mom?
Even though it seemed Like Kemuel slept well, Taylor decided that when the sun started to show, that she had to try and wiggle her way out so she could get home. It would be for the better. No number, address, or surname. She was careful, moved slowly and finally she got out of the bed. She moved slowly, caught her bikini and finally got out of the master-bedroom, down the stairs and round into the kitchen. She was searching for her kimono, but it wasn’t where she had taken it off. She tried to look around for it when she suddenly heard a door open and close. She turned around to see Kemuel’s big brother. She stood completely still as if she was trying to seem invisible to a tyrannosaurus rex. He was a fucking monster the way he was built. How was it even possible that Kemuel and his brother was in the same family?
Zadkiel who only stood in pajamas pants chuckled a little. “Morning person, huh?”
“Yeah, t-totally” she redirected a strand of her curls nervously.
“You can help me with the crepes if you want?”
“No thank you-” Zadkiel looked from the kitchen island up at her. “I mean I was-”
“About to grab your stuff and leave?”
Taylor pressed her lips together trying to get out of the situation. Something which wouldn’t be too personal. She could tell him that she was worried about her sister’s health or her mother being worried. Zadkiel didn’t mind the silence and just slowly started to measure everything up so it would be as easy as possible to make the breakfast.
“I was looking for the bathroom,” Taylor then said, forgetting completely that there was a bathroom connected to the master-bedroom. Zadkiel shook his head a little and waited for Taylor to realize that Zadkiel already knew it was a lie. “And my kimono so I won’t have to wear your t-shirt for breakfast.”
This actually sounded promising and made Zadkiel look up at her, “I know Letha and you aren’t really the same size, but I promise you I can find something you can borrow if you want?” Taylor had fallen for his trap and nervously bit the skin of her thumb nodding. Zadkiel put whatever he had in his hands down before he wen to one of the closets and found a light summer dress. As he came back Taylor stood in the same spot, he had left her in and handed her the dress. “It’s short on Letha, so I think it might suit your height better,” he said with a smile. “Your kimono is in the washing, you can get it by breakfast,” he said and patted her on the shoulder, which made her stumble a little as she almost lost her balance.
“T-thank you”
“Coffee?”
“No thanks.”
“Anything?”
“… I think I’ll just go upstairs… Excuse me,” she mumbled stormed away from the kitchen, up the stairs and into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her, breathing out somewhat relieved. She had truly panicked downstairs and she couldn’t imagine how it would be when she actually had to go home. She looked at the dress and then hung it on the nearest doorhandle before she put her bikini back from where she had picked it up. Her feet dragged her out to the toilet only to flush the toilet, so it seemed like she had used it to both Zadkiel and if Kemuel had woken up. She went back out and crawled back into bed and maneuvered herself into Kemuel’s arms and fell asleep again.


Zadkiel had been trying to knock on the door multiple times over a longer period to warn the kiddos about breakfast being ready. It was quite easier to wake up Letha now that he had lived with her for quite some time and easily could crawl into the bed and wake her up.
So, now was the fourth time he knocked on the door but as no answer was given, he went inside with a pan and a metal spoon. He found the couple all cute cuddled up underneath the covers. Oh, he couldn’t wait to see how they would react on a military awakening.
He raised both hands a little, counted to three in his head before he started making noise by letting the spoon and pan hit each other. Taylor pushed at Kemuel, but her being the smallest bean just made her push herself out of the edge of the bed, rolling onto the floor. Zadkiel laughed and took a couple of steps away and stopped clapping the pan and spoon together. “Goodmorning lovebirds! Crepes are ready!” he called and hurried downstairs.
Taylor mumbled and groaned a little from the floor and caressed the back of her head a little. “I don’t like your brother,” she mumbled

Letha was still lying in the bed, even though Zadkiel had already just crawled into bed only to be caught in her arms for several minutes while she had grumpily asked him to just stay. She wasn’t much of a sleeper, but when she did, it was hard to get out of bed again. Mostly because it was so cozy. But she had reluctantly let him go as he had told her that she would be missing the crepes.

Kemuel who had grown up with four siblings, just peaked up an eyelid as Zadkiel started banging on pots and pans. He felt how Taylor started pushing at him, he just grunted and looked at how she only pushed herself over the edge, quite a feat given how big the bed was. Had he really taken up so much room? “You a fucking asshole, Zadkiel!” he yelled after his brother, even though the words were harsh there was still a slight teasing tone to it. He moved around the edge and looked down at Taylor mumbling that she didn’t like her brother. He started laughing. “Try growing up with him, and then three more that are just like that” well, Tien hadn’t really been like that after she had started hanging out with her good for nothing boyfriend. But it made the point of him having four elder siblings. He rolled out of bed and stretched pulling on the shirt he had on the day before. He looked at the summer dress that was hanging on the door. Still tired he walked into the bathroom and made himself ready to go downstairs. “Ready?” he asked her, when he came out toweling his hands, before throwing it out in the dirty laundry bin.

He waited till she was, before walking downstairs looking at a very tired Letha walking out what he supposed was the guestroom. It was hard not to let the eyes linger, as she was only wearing two-pieced sleeping pajamas, silk shorts with lace forming around top of her thighs and a string silk top matching the shorts. Letha gave him a smile as she pulled her own white and green kimono around her and bound the belt around her waist. “Good morning you two, sleep alright?” she asked, as she walked over to Zadkiel and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before she shuffled towards the coffee machine, making a small dance move towards it. “Ah yes, coffee” she mumbled gratefully and started pouring it into a cup, before she looked at the three others “Anyone else want coffee?” Kemuel quickly nodded “Yeah, please” – “With milk?” he nodded and followed her as she walked over to the fridge and pulled out the milk and made his coffee the way he wanted it. When she walked over to him, she reached up and ruffled his hair, just like she had done those years when she had come in the house. Of course, Zadkiel had also gotten the perfect girl as his girlfriend. “Still can get over the fact, that you went away shorter than Zadkiel, and now you are taller!” she laughed “Now, both of you, just sit down, let me know if you need anything else” she told as she went back to see if she could help Zadkiel with anything.

He looked at Taylor and gave her a warm smile before showing her over the dinner table, he didn’t even think about it as he pulled out the chair for her, before sitting down beside her, sipping and nursing his coffee. Damn he was tired.

New attire: Dress

Taylor glanced up at Kemuel who started laughing and explained that he had three more siblings. Taylor widened her eyes. She couldn’t imagine how it would be to have four Laurens in the house. God, her mother would’ve killed herself. “That sounds exhausting,” she replied, she scrunched her nose a little as she added, “One is more than enough for me,” she didn’t directly say that she had a sibling, but that one brother like Zadkiel would be just about enough for Taylor.
Slowly, Taylor moved up to a sitting position as he got dressed and went to the bathroom. She got herself up from the floor and moved towards the door where she had hung the dress. Without further thought she pulled of the big t-shirt and pulled the dress of the hanger to get herself into it. She looked up at him as he asked if she was ready. She nodded with a shy smile while she redid her updo so the many small curls wouldn’t be in the way of eating or looking around. She picked up the t-shirt and threw it in the dirty laundry bin.

She walked right after him downstairs, somewhat nervous if his big brother had forgotten to tell the girlfriend that he had borrowed Taylor a dress, nervous if the big brother would blabber about how Taylor was trying to run off in the early morning. She did try to focus on Kemuel in front of her. As they got closer to the kitchen Taylor, just like Kemuel, couldn’t help to glance at the pretty, tall (compared to Taylor), pale, blue eyed and overall stunning girlfriend Kemuel’s big brother had. “Good morning,” Taylor replied with a small nod to whether or not she had slept alright. She had slept wonderfully in Kemuel’s arms, but that might not be what she should share with them.
Taylor waved a hand to tell the pretty woman that she didn’t need coffee. Zadkiel on the other hand said yes and didn’t need milk. Taylor couldn’t contain a brighter smile as Letha delivered the coffee to Kemuel and ruffled his hair. Taylor looked from Kemuel to the big brother as Letha explained that Kemuel had been shorter. She couldn’t really imagine them in a different height, but maybe it would make sense if it had been a longer trip, a couple of years maybe?
Taylor was quick to follow the directions towards the dinner table and left a shy smirk as Kemuel pulled out the char for her. “Thank you,” she said softly as she sat down. He sat down right next to her. It was a perfect opportunity to lean towards him, “It’s Zadkiel and Letha, right?” she whispered. She wouldn’t want to say a wrong name.

Zadkiel in the kitchen had plated four plates with crepes, made bowls with everything they could imagine putting in them. He gave Letha a short kiss on the forehead as he handed her two plates, “Can you give them to the lovebirds?” he asked her, before he turned his own attention to the bowls and picked up as many as he could fit in his muscular arms. He started to plate the bowls in the middle of the table but eventually had to find his way around the table having to split the ‘youngsters’ to  put the bowls down. When he was next to Taylor he looked at her with a gentle smile, though Taylor thought of it as being a warning. “The dress suits you well, eh…” he frowned a little before he looked up at Kemuel, “You never presented her,” he said teasingly. He knew that he had mentioned Letha’s name in the early morning and that Kemuel had been yelling his own name, so he didn’t feel it that necessary to present themselves.
The slight panic spread in Taylors chest, “Taylor,” she almost quacked. Zadkiel then looked at Taylor and patted her on the shoulder, almost knocking her into Kemuel. Small bean problems when you met muscle men.
“Nice to meet you, Taylor,” he smirked before he went and grabbed the last thing he needed in the kitchen and sat down next to Letha, letting his hand slide over her shoulders. “Bon appetit,” Zadkiel smiled from one ear to another as he gestured for the guests to eat. Cautious, Taylor went and grabbed some strawberries and a bit of sugar for her first crepe. Zadkiel only putting a bit of sugar on his. He didn’t want to fill his mouth too quick.

Taylors smiled a little wider as Kemuel explained who each of them was. Zadkiel was the oldest even tho he didn’t act like it. Funny, Taylor thought the same about her and Lauren, or well, Lauren was just in bad company. She heard that Letha laughed a bit and figured it might’ve been something Zadkiel did in the kitchen that she laughed at. She nodded when he explained that Letha had known the family for a longer period of time.

“Thank you,” Zadkiel said with a satisfied smile. Had they been alone had he certainly given her more love and kisses, but after all, Kemuel did have a lady visiting… The fact that it hadn’t stopped him the night before was something else. He didn’t want to make the ‘kids’ uncomfortable with Zadkiel and Letha’s passionate love.
Zadkiel pulled on a cheesy smile as Kemuel commented on Letha’s cooking and looked over at her to see how she took it. Only to make him laugh a little covering his mouth as she said she had become better. Zadkiel almost choked on a bit of his crepe but put an arm around Letha caressing her a little. He felt a soft kiss on his temple and another compliment on his food, and he had to contain himself not to say that ‘so did she’. Taylor had only made a soft chuckle to the whole scenario. She wished to feel comfortable enough to laugh a little but as of right now, she tried to be on as good terms as possible with the couple sitting across from them. She didn’t want to overstep, now that she didn’t know them personally.
The sweet sound of Letha’s quite innocent question made Taylor feel slightly stiff around her shoulders and it raised her heart’s beats a little. She took a slightly deeper breath in and eyed Kemuel shortly before she looked back at Letha. “No, I-uh,” she swallowed a small lump in her throat, “I can walk from here,” she looked over at Kemuel, “No need to drive me home by the way,” she said and pulled a little smile. Hopefully when she left, she would be able to go for a walk around the block and then end at home.
Zadkiel frowned a little at Taylor, “Really?” he looked over at Kemuel, “You don’t know where she lives?” he asked rhetorically, “How long have you even known each other?” he asked with a slight smile.
Taylor felt the question as a bucket of cold water down her back and the panic started to take its toll on her. She opened her mouth to tell lie, but she could feel how her throat tried to shut it out. “Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom,” she said and before anyone could comment on it, she had already gotten up from her seat and was on her way towards the master bedroom. After all she only knew that bathroom. If she got all the way upstairs, she would be able to feel her eyes getting wetter and how her body started to shake. “Stop, stop, stop,” she whispered moving towards the bathroom hoping to splash some water in her face.
Zadkiel on the other hand widened his eyes a little over the sudden need to use the restroom. He then looked over at Letha wondering if he had said or done anything wrong.

Taylor had managed to get to the bathroom and only really gotten to grab the counter for the sink. Her eyes were closed tight and she continued to whisper for the thoughts to stop only to be distracted by Kemuel knocking on the door. She sank a lump in her throat “Yeah,” she almost gasped slightly shaken, “I just eh-…” she closed her eyes tight again clenching onto the counter. “I’ll be right there,” she breathed out and quickly turned on the faucet letting the cold water run. She cursed underneath her breath and cupped some water in her hands. She could feel how her legs were shaking underneath her and quickly splashed her face two or three times before she grabbed a towel and dried her face. Her legs were still shaking, but she couldn’t stay in here forever – even if it was just for a couple of minutes to cool down.
With slow steps she approached the door to unlock and open it. Her skin was slightly flushed and her eyes red from keeping tears somewhat at bay. Her eyes were still glistening. She let her warm hand touch her own cold cheek. “Even the doctor sometimes needs to be the patient,” she tried to laugh, but it only really turned into a short, choked chuckle. She referred to him calling her Doctor Taylor last night as she ‘treated’ him for his fear of the waters. She was not hinting at the specific  ‘treatment’. She let her arms wrap around herself in a hug. Her dark eyes looked away from him and towards the door for the stairs. It didn’t seem like they were getting company. The gaze found its way back to him. “Social anxiety can be a bitch,” she said and licked her lips. It wasn't all of the reason behind her needing to leave. She just hated conflict and she was so sure that there simmered a conflict somewhere in the question Zadkiel had asked. They were all strangers, if Taylor had to be honest, even though she did feel quite close to Kemuel already.

Taylor noticed how Kemuel seemingly was in the middle of doing a chore and the thought of her disturbing him in the middle of it hit her shortly. As she mentioned social anxiety he didn’t really hesitate to approach and wrap his arms around her. At first she felt it was a little much, but as he mumbled to her, she closed her eyes and let herself feel comfortable, wrapping her arms around him. She liked that he told her that he understood, which made her heart relax a bit and for just a moment she thought about how Hunter had just asked her to take a breather and join the company again when she felt ready. Just when the thought hit her, Kemuel wondered if she just wanted to get home. She pulled a little away, just enough to look up at him. Everything was so kind and understanding, even though the question about meeting up again hit her hard in the stomach. “Yeah, I-I,” she blinked a little and felt how words seemed to disappear. She shook her head a bit, trying to make herself say what she actually wanted. “I just need my kimono and uh-” she looked down at herself once to hint at Letha’s dress, “I can deliver this back, don’t worry about it,”-“A-and tell your bother the crepes were really tasty,” she felt more and more dizzy, which was quite easy to understand if one new what she had actually done. She had cheated on her boyfriend with Kemuel and right now she compared the two of them too much. “I-uh,” she looked around for her bag. Where was it even? “I-I haven’t brought my phone, so-eh,” she couldn’t give him her phone number, “Can you write down your phone number? I can text you when I get home,” she assured him.