Shockingly, after Tryson's unexpected kiss, Angel found herself melting into it, her body betraying her mind.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she parted them, granting him full access.
His lips invaded, exploring her depths with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. The world around them blurred into nothingness—only heat, only breath, only them.
But soon, the need for air became undeniable, forcing them to slowly pull away, breathless.
Their gazes locked, charged with something raw and unspoken.
Angel couldn't look away.
Her heart pounded like a war drum as she bit her lower lip, hesitating, drowning in uncertainty.
Then, shyly, she dropped her gaze, only to lift it again, searching his eyes for answers.
A strange sensation coursed through her, tingling, awakening every inch of her skin—and deep within her, something even more consuming stirred.
"Tryson…" she finally breathed, her voice hoarse with emotion.
