Damian served the spaghetti and meatballs that Angela made onto two plates. His whole body was on fire after getting a taste of Angela. He didn’t want to force himself upon her with his wildest love making desires. She would surely get scared of him. He had to go slow with her, but it was an arduous task for him as he always lost his composure around her.
He imagined her desirable body in his arms and grew hard again. He loved the way she melted in his arms, the way she responded to him. Groaning, he sat down to calm himself before she emerged from the room. Tonight would be torture. This was such a bad idea, he facepalmed.
Angela emerged wearing the shorts and blacktop that he had randomly thrown in. It was her nightwear, and Damian blindly had packed it all in. His eyes ran up and down
