337 A Step Closer (1)

Manhattan, New York

Gael held Angela close. Half of her body lay on top of him while his arms wrapped around her back. After her scare a few hours ago, he cleaned up the broken mug, got her a bottle of water, and carried her back to the bedroom. She winced but didn't protest when he disinfected the cut on her feet and covered it with a band-aid before she climbed on the bed, and he pulled her to him.

She hadn't spoken since they left the kitchen and he didn't ask her anything either despite the curiosity that's boiling within him. He wanted to ask her so badly, but it wasn't worth it to upset her again. When she's ready, she will tell him.