Chapitre 274: Our Dance

Up until a few seconds ago, Gael didn't know he would kiss Angela. It was as if it was the right thing to do as soon as they got their privacy, and so he acted without thinking it through, hoping she'd reciprocate. And she did. Her hands went to his neck, her fingers threading his hair, causing him to deepen the kiss.

He dipped his tongue past her lips, flicking against hers, and she moaned. The sweet sound of her approval traveled straight to the tip of his cock. Fûck. He should have done this a long time ago. He shouldn't have stopped kissing her like this. By now, they should have already been in bed, possibly naked and entangled.

And just as he thought about having sex with her, she placed her hands on his chest and pulled back as if she'd heard his thoughts and was suddenly afraid of him.

"No… This isn't right, Gael. We can't keep doing this."