Sometimes, the sweetest words are those that make your heart flutter, your knees buckle, the hair at the back of your neck stand—all at the same time—and yet you'd want to hear them over and over again.
'Get a grip, Angela. You're with your family,' she scolded herself.
The effect it had on her was unordinary as it wasn't just because of the words that Gael told her. It's how he said it. His voice was smooth, thick, and low. She couldn't tell whether he did it on purpose to sound sexy or sweet. It could be both. And to top it off, he'd purposely pressed himself against her back.
'Dear mother of all bunnies, I am not horny.' In her head, she tried to sound convincing but failed.
Admitting that she liked him was unplanned. However, she had a lot more things to tell him—not only that. If not because they were with her family… Why did their timing suck? Also, why was it that when he said the words, it hit differently?
