Spilling Heart
Gael was gone for more than six hours, leaving Angela by herself. The big apartment felt so lonely without him. The feeling of his arms around her was such a relief that she melted in his embrace, inhaling his scent as if wanting to get her fill for missing him while he was away.
Waking up and seeing him next to her washed away her worries, especially when he pulled her to him.
"Are you still mad at me?" she spoke against his skin, her voice muffled on his neck.
"Look at me. I wanna see your face." He lifted her chin toward him so that they were looking at each other. Brushing stray hair away from her face, he leaned in and planted his lips on hers. His kiss was gentle and soft, sending tingles down her spine. As he pulled back, their gazes locked, and he released a sigh before speaking again.
"I didn't like it when I saw him kissing you. It was anything but friendly."
Angela furrowed her brows. "It was on the cheek, and I backed away…"