Gael's stare at Angela was intense, but she refused to look at him as if she was afraid of what he would see in her eyes. So many things rushed into his head like what happened in the past, when they met at the wedding, the night they spent together, the morning he left and not seeing her for three years, the book—fuck. The book.
His heart kicked against his ribcage wildly as the passages and scenes in the book played in his head like a fast reel. He was so familiar with the story like the back of his hand, having read it several times. Almost everything clicked in the timeline, how the two main characters met, their personalities, the physical description—nearly identical, save for the different tattoos but same placements. All of those were similar, except in the story, Nicco and Kayla didn't only have a one-night stand and forgot about each other for years.
