There he was, sitting on the side of Dylan’s bed, gazing down at his hands. After making love throughout the night, she’d finally fallen asleep. For months, he’d dreamed about sleeping with her. He’d yearned for it. He wanted it so much he could taste it and feel it in his veins, but now that he’d finally satisfied his craving, he wondered if he’d made the right decision. He’d just ended things with Milania. He had no business hopping into bed with Dylan so fast. He hadn’t even digested what had happened between him and Milania, and with the feelings he knew Dylan harbored for him, he was sure she’d want a commitment out of him sooner or later. But Angel wasn’t sure if he’d be able to give it to her once she asked. “What you doing up?” she asked him from behind. “I thought you was asleep.” He turned and looked at her. “I was. Why you just sittin’ there? Are you okay?” She sat up on her elbow. “I’m good.” He slid back in bed and tenderly kissed her forehead.
