Angela's resolve almost broke with the way Gael's lips were so tempting in front of her. It was so vividly kissable than her imagination—not that she did that a lot… Okay, maybe she did, but that was for her book.
Even so, for someone who smokes, his lips looked naturally reddish. She didn't know for sure, but she could smell cigarette smoke from him—it was very faint, but she picked it up.
How could this beautiful man, who seemed to wear a cloak of disguise around him, have this effect on her? She was baffled that she found him irresistible when all he did was drive her to the edge. Was he right? Was she really the one who couldn't move on from him?
But that was too long ago. That would be absurd because what happened between them only lasted for a night. One fûck-filled night.
