Angel, through the curtain of yellow hair, watched Nexus furtively. Her chest stayed static- neither inflating or deflating. For a minute, she forgot she was completely naked.
Like honey, his rich words sank into her, flooding her pink face with rich red blushes. The reassuring feel of his fingers, the compassionate gaze in his dark eyes, the soft parting of his lips-
"No," she found herself saying; "No, let's not do this."
Across her twin massive breasts, she managed to fold her arms. Looking away from him, she stared straight ahead into the distance;
"You don't know me."
"I'm an astute judge of character."
She shook her head stubbornly, sending rippling waves of curly hair across her shoulders;
"I belong here Nexus, not in some boring cottage on the countryside. I will not be some fat, yellow eyed housewife surrounded by brawling babies, cooking shitty pots of porridge across several open fires,"
