Angela slept through the harsh weather in Brooklyn, New York. She woke up when a branch of a sleeping tree ratted on the window. Her eyes fluttered open, and the room was dark with the drapes drawn close, so she took her time to blink a few times to adjust to her surroundings until she remembered that she was in Gael's house.
Only Gael wasn't in bed when she looked from side to side.
She sat up and recalled that he was cuddling her last night. A soft chuckle escaped her lips at the reminder of Gael's bedtime story remix. Who'd have thought that a modern prince and princess story would turn into an action thriller sort of thing? Apparently, Gael was now a self-proclaimed genius storyteller. She would have to ask him later how the story ended because she fell asleep while he stroked her back and talked above her ear. His deep voice was the perfect ASMR for her.
Angela scanned the room, but only his coat from last night was there. Had he left already?
