Insanity (3)
Angela watched in shock as Gael drew the curtains wider. They were only partially opened, but now, he'd brightened the bedroom with the moonlight shining from the sky into a beautiful glow. Winter in New York made Central Park look quite pale, but it was beautiful nonetheless. That wasn't her concern, though.
She tentatively stepped towards the window, feeling a little strange since her hands were bound together while she was fully naked.
"Have you changed your mind?" he asked. "We don't have to do it."
Looking at him, she tried to read what's on his mind, but Gael was so good at hiding his emotions. His expression was mostly impassive except for the dark glint in his eyes as he watched her. The way he looked at her should make her want to run, but she raised her chin instead as if accepting his challenge.