D—ANGER.

Gael fluttered his eyes open at around two in the morning, feeling the urge to pee. He rolled out of bed, careful not to wake up Angela, and then sleepily trudged towards the bathroom to do his business. It had only been a couple of hours since they fell asleep, and he still wanted to go back to bed. When he was done, he went back out and smiled upon laying his eyes on her. She was sleeping soundly with the sheets covering her chest as she faced his side of the bed. 

Strolling back to bed, his eyes landed on the nightstand where they kept the box of condoms. The thought of it brought him back to how she reacted earlier when they were about to do the deed. Her stutter didn't escape him, but at that time, he just brushed it off. Now that he was reminded, he was so damn curious. Was she hiding something?