The living room had been quiet for a while now, and the temperature had gotten colder since the fire had gone out, yet two figures remained in the same position—except both of them were asleep.
Angela still had her back against the couch while Gael laid on her lap. The book that he managed to finish the first chapter was now lying on top of his stomach. They looked so peaceful and comfortable as if they were made for this—her hand rested on his chest while his hand covered it so naturally.
Had Angela known that this was how her night would end, she would have laughed her heart out. How did she end up in this state when she was so irritated by him at the restaurant?
