Sam couldn't find the best answer; perhaps there was no optimal solution to such a question.
So he could only answer her with his most genuine thoughts.
He looked down at her.
His gaze didn't waver; his eyes held no pleading or earnestness, just a calm, steady flow like water.
Angel looked up, meeting Sam's eyes.
It was almost a challenge, her eyes filled with defiance.
It was familiar, and it was truly her.
She said, "I don't want to... mmph!!"
Angel didn't get to finish her sentence as Sam pressed his lips against hers.
In the bright morning, outside the sacred church, he kissed her deeply.
Even as she realized what was happening and started pounding his chest with her fists, no matter how hard she hit.
Sam didn't let go, regardless of whether anyone was passing by or witnessing the scene. He held her tightly, persistently melting away her resistance.
