Taking the Step (2)
Once Oliver left, the apartment became quiet once again. What Oliver said made her think a lot.
"Everything okay?" Gael wondered. She beamed and nodded as if there wasn't a lot in her mind.
Angela took out a couple of plates and glasses from the cupboard. "Are you hungry already? I'll just set up the table, and we can eat."
"I can wait," he replied. His fresh scent invaded her nose. She could smell her shampoo on him, making her smile.
Then she felt his lips on her shoulder, kissing her before he asked, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem pretty tense."
She tried to back away as she turned to face him. "I haven't showered yet."
"Cute." Gael grinned. "You think a little sweat would scare me?" He placed his hands on either of her sides and lowered his head to her level.
"I sweat like a pig at the gym earlier. I feel sticky." Her nose scrunched up, and then she docked down to escape his cage. "I'll go shower."