322 Wakey Wakey All Nakey

For a second, Angela thought Gael would say something to her as he gazed deeply into her eyes. He began to open his mouth and then closed it again, and then he settled by revealing a handsome smile on his face.

A part of her somehow knew what he was about to say, and her heart raced in anticipation. There was just too much in his eyes, and she could tell he was holding back—or holding it in. And for the same reason, she understood, because she, too, didn't think she could tell him what was deep inside her right at that moment—even though it felt like the right time.

"Let's go to bed," he told her.

She returned his smile, and all her thoughts were already brushed to the side as she joked, "Straight to bed? Mister… At least take me to dinner first."