Angel's POV
The tea was exactly the right temperature.
This was a small thing, but after three days of intense lovemaking, sitting in this chair by the window with tea at the correct temperature felt like an extraordinary luxury. The landscape below was glowing under the morning sun, and I sat with my cup and my loose hair and the quiet and I thought about everything.
Mostly I thought about Terrell.
Three days.
I had not known - could not have known - that a person could feel like that. That being with someone could feel like coming home to a place you'd never been. That your body could be something you were grateful for rather than something you apologized for. He had looked at me like I was…
I pressed my lips together against the smile.
Ridiculous woman, I thought. Absolutely ridiculous.
The smile came anyway.
