The door opened. A small creak and the pitter patter of small footsteps following mine. She took my words for what they were, an innocent boy asking for something far lewder than anything he should've known about.
But maybe it was that. Yeah... It was probably that.
Angela. Her world had been shaken, the shit scared out of her by what might've been a devil. In her eyes at least. She took comfort in my warmth and slept against my body, not caring to move even after she had woken.
That was the Angela I knew. The circumstances she was given.
And why - I presume - she took my offer.
My innocent offer.
I must've looked so disheveled. My hair sputtering in all different directions, eyes lidded with sleep and accumulated gunk. My small body stripping of any clothes that might hinder my shower. Angela took this all in.
Peeking behind open fingers. Her blush flared and her mind must've warred with her rational thought.
