Sofia Andrew
I felt like I was floating as Angel was kissing me, and it was better than I imagined. I desperately clung to him, and I almost didn't move; his lips on mine were the only thing that mattered. I felt his need and hesitation. I wrapped my arms around him and finally kissed him back after years of wanting to do this but knowing I couldn't. I refused to think. I refused to think of any reason not to let this happen. I just let myself experience this moment without hatred and pain.
After we were both breathless, he pulled away from me and leaned his forehead against mine. We are both catching our breaths, and his hands are still holding my face.
“That's what I've always wanted to do, but I can't,” he muttered, his hot breath fanning my face.
My eyes can only see his reddened lips, which I had just kissed minutes ago. “You can't, but you just did. Why now, Angel?”
“Why?” His jaw clenched, and I saw doubts swimming in his eyes. “I'm confused, Sofia. My mind's a mess.”
“Instead of talking to me, you've hated me for years and believed everyone but me. We lived a life like hell, and now you're telling me that you're... confused?”
“Sofia, you don't understand. How can I...” He trailed off and turned his back on me before taking a deep breath.
What are you not telling me?
