Gael never intended to get laid that night. But fate never asked for his permission to meet Angela.
What started with a harmless and casual flirting ended up with them in bed together. It was hard to say who actually started it.
Maybe he did, and now he was getting what he was craving for.
Or maybe it was her too, and he was giving her the satisfaction she desired.
It could be him, and he was being selfish right now for going after who he wasn't supposed to touch. She was innocent. He shouldn't have given in.
It could be her just wanting to release all her frustrations—whatever they were. And he knew that she was frustrated. And lonely. And pissed—for whatever reasons. And he was okay.
He was okay that he was being used for her own selfish reasons.
He was okay that she was using him… because he was using her too.
It was one fûcked up cycle in which the two of them, world's fûck ups, just wanted to forget everything else.
