Feeling Gael's nose brushing her jawline, Angela curled her toes and she almost lost it when his lips lightly touched her skin as they moved towards her ear, his facial hair sending shivers down her spine. She didn't even like scruffy men!
When she met him for the first time a few years ago, Gael had a clean-shaven face. He was neat and had a clean-cut gentleman's hair, looking so polished wearing a suit. But now, he was so casual. So laidback. Yet still so very tasteful. His hair was still a gentleman's cut but had a longer top. She caught him running his fingers through his hair whenever it fell on his gorgeous face.
And his perfect 5 o'clock shadow that's tickling her skin from the contact made her wonder how it would feel like if he went further down the length of her neck… her collarbone… her—her dark brown eyes popped open wide, realizing that she had just fantasized about the man she was supposed to hate.
