"I'm ready." In the living room, Angela appeared where Gael waited for her as he stared out at the view from the tall window, overlooking the sea outside. His hands were deep in his pockets.
He turned around, and it was like seeing her again for the first time. She stood by the sofa, and he looked at her intently from head to toe and then back to her face. She looked incredibly hot, wearing a one-shoulder black figure-hugging dress that hugged her perfect tits. Her dress fell to her knees, and it had a cut that displayed her left knee up to her mid-thigh—sexy as fûck.
Angela's hair was down. They were longer now, and he liked how it cascaded so seductively down the side of her face, the tips brushing the swell of her breasts. Her hair color made him curious what to call it because it was as if the shade couldn't decide whether it was a brown or a grey. He loved the color on her.
