12 THE CHOICE

The next morning

The night before had gone on the list of the worst nights of Angelo's life, and for just a moment he had revealed his weakness to Emily. Even as he stood in the shower and allowed the cold water to blast against his bare skin, relaxing his muscles, Angelo still felt the pain creeping up his left arm.

"Damnit!" he yelled, slamming his hands against the glass interior of his shower. Although angry about the events of last night, Angelo turned the shower taps off, stepped out of his shower, grabbed his towel, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Hi handsome," Angelo paused as he saw Fiona, laying on his bed and staring at him hungrily as he was naked. Annoyed by her presence, Angelo wrapped the towel around his waist and stared at her. "Why the long face?" she questioned him with a smile on her face and slithering off his bed like a venomous snake.