Devil Incarnate
As soon as Angela heard the sound of the door clicking when Gael left the suite, her eyes fluttered open and she couldn't help but stare at the closed door. Her fingers flew to her lips, the lingering feeling of his mouth that was on her just several seconds ago was overwhelming. She was still slightly breathless from that kiss and she wondered what would have happened if his phone hadn't rung.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Having drunk too many shots that night, she almost tripped on the way but she steadied herself and locked the door.
Thank god for the lights—this bathroom didn't seem to feel so eerie compared to last night when she saw that veil-like towel on the wall. Her eyes drifted to the mirror to her left and saw that there wasn't a towel on the same spot. It made her wonder if Gael chose not to hang it there anymore after what happened... or was she just reading too much into it?