Chapter 16
“Where are you going?” Jo’s voice was warm and slurred with sleep.
Angelo had been trying to leave without waking her, managed pants and socks, but couldn’t quite figure out what to do with his torn shirt. Maybe a stapler. He’d torn it himself as the only way to get it off fast enough. Even that idle thought had his body responding.
He came back to the bed and looked down at her. The white quilt was tucked up around her chin and her dark hair spilled over the pale green pillow case. The city lights did little to light the room in the predawn darkness, just enough for him to admire the picture she made. He leaned down to kiss her but she stopped him with a long bare arm that snaked out from beneath the covers and planted in the middle of his chest.
“Trying to slip off in the
