Touch Me

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-Azrail-

As Aisha kisses me back only one thing stays in my mind.

I will worship her on earth and sing her name to the heavens. When I die and descend to hell and tell the devil of her, even he will get on his knees to worship.

He will understand how her beautiful soul can love the damned.

Her lips were soft, and I know I have none to compare them to but her kiss is the best.

"You know just a peck would be fine," Someone says pulling me out of my fantasy as Aisha pulls away from me in a hurry. I glare at the girl who made the comment, as she glares at a flustered Aisha.

Jason smirks at me and I roll my eyes. Before any of us can say anything, Aisha's phone rings.

"Hi Daddy," She answers. Whatever her father said must've been good news by how much her eyes lit up. "I'm on my way."

She takes my hand and waves bye at the guest before dragging me out. "Sorry, my dad has a surprise for me and needs to be to get home now. I hope you don't mind leaving early."

I shake my head and smile at her. I couldn't care less about leaving the party early, especially with that smile on her face.

"You don't have to drop my home you know." I finally spoke but she shook her head and started driving at record speed. It scared me a little, but her excitement is so cute that I can't complain.

"None sense, we're almost here." She scoffs and makes a sharp turn, hitting the sidewalk. She sends me an apologetic smile and keeps driving

We arrive at my house in five minutes, I live 15 minutes from her friend's house. It amazes and scares me how this woman managed to get me home safely.

"I'll call you okay," She says smiling at me and I nod. Leaving her car, a bit sad that she didn't mention the kiss. "Tell your mom I said hi."

"Get home safe," I tell her, not turning my back to face her.

"And Azrail," She yells out.

"Yes?"

"I'll call you soon. I don't regret anything from tonight," She winks making me blush a little.

"Have fun with your dad Angel."

With that last exchange, she left, driving a bit slower than previously.

-Aisha-

"I'm home," I yell rushing inside the house, happy to see what my father has planned for me. 

"Slow down baby girl," He chuckles, coming out of the kitchen and hugging me. "Your surprise isn't going to run away." 

From an outsider's point of view, they would be weirded out by my father's change of attitude but I'm used to it. We have our rough patches that's true, but sometimes out of nowhere, he manages to surprise me. 

"I know, I'm just happy to see you." 

"Come on, your gifts are upstairs get ready and we'll be going out." He says, giving me a warm smile, my mom laughs at my excitement as I run upstairs. 

"Be careful," She says between laughs. 

I open my door and as expected, a brand new wardrobe, a big bouquet of flowers, and some jewelry on the bed. 

One thing about my dad is that gift-giving is his love language. 

All the clothes and stuff he got me are things I have stared at for more than five seconds when we're out, or from my wishlist on different websites.