Gael closed his eyes when Angela dangerously teased him with her whispering. Her delicate hand that touched his neck was cold, but he didn't flinch. He even wanted to lean against it, but he stopped himself and ended up gripping the counter harshly instead. This woman knew how to play with him. She was evil, indeed.
"I'm a writer after all…" she muttered softly before leaning away and meeting his now burning gaze.
The wicked woman had a haughty smile on her face as if she was confident that she had caught him under her spell and was so proud of it. He chuckled in his head for actually agreeing with what she just said. Her creative and imaginative mind was beautiful—at the same time, dangerous.
