Bab 68: The Enigma Wants His Savage Love

Gael could only stare at Angela after what she said. He certainly wanted what she wanted too. But how exactly were they supposed to make the most out of the remaining hours? He kept his gaze locked at hers, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.

She shifted her body to the right so that she was diagonally facing the bonfire with her back nearly touching his shoulder. The sun had already set, so the place had darkened, and the lamp posts illuminated the resort.

He knew that they could never happen—she couldn't be with him for reasons he already knew even though they hadn't talked about anything yet. If Angela weren't Angela, everything wouldn't have been like a push and pull for them. She was a bright light that could never live in his dark world—like an innocent soul that he was afraid to taint. He'd never forgive himself if he were the reason to break her peaceful and innocent world.