Angel’s POV**
"Yaya, look at me." I breathed out the words as I pressed her up against my bedroom wall. Her scent, a delicate blend of light perfume and something uniquely her, enveloped me, making everything else fade into a haze. I closed the distance between our bodies, holding her so close that it felt like nothing could ever come between us. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and her eyes, clouded with a mix of confusion and desire, locked onto mine. They were mesmerizing—almost soul-sucking.
I leaned in, my heart pounding, and kissed her. I meant it to be soft, to give her a chance to stop me if she wanted to. But when she didn’t, I deepened the kiss, savoring the sensation of her lips against mine. I gently tugged at her bottom lip, reveling in the contact. Damn, it felt s
