Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
When I reached for her chin, her muscles tensed with her instinct to pull away, but she didn’t.
Her skin was so soft, like those fleece blankets Nonna always made around Christmas. My eyes followed her natural pink lips as she nervously licked them. I kept one arm firmly around her waist, anchoring her in place, while I gently ran a thumb across her lower lip. “What are you doing to me, Angel?”
“I didn’t do anything to you,” she said, giving me a puzzled expression.
I didn’t realize I was caressing her hand with my other thumb. She tried to pull away, but I held her still, not ready to let her go.
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