Playing House
The way he said the phrase "there's nothing there" didn't help Angela to feel okay about staying here. All she could think about now was the story she told him back on the island. How could she feel scared about a story she made up? She huffed, feeling a little frustrated about herself.
Gael continued showing her around the house. It was quite a huge place. Though empty, it was clean. The interior was made of stone—it looked natural and beautiful.
She subconsciously thought of a cozy and warm color scheme for the living room—a comfy cream-colored sofa in front of the fireplace and a reading nook at the window on the opposite side. Catching herself with these thoughts, she pinched her thigh and cursed in her head, 'What the hell were you thinking just now? You're not playing house here!'