One Foot In

Angela had a feeling that he wasn't really talking about the frog spell she cast on him earlier. But she didn't want to get ahead of herself.

Why did this man get to be so dreamy? If another man said that line, she would probably irk, but not for Gael, nope. It was as if everything he says automatically becomes brownie points for him. Wasn't she being a little too biased? She snorted in her head. It's not as if there were any other guys to compare him to at the moment.

His arm holding her in place was comfortably warm—she wished that it would continuously be there—that he'd never leave her side. That would be too selfish of her, wouldn't it?