XI. Angel
Angel: That was fun. Thank you.
Jess’: Sure. Thank you too.
Angel: You’re soaking wet. Here use this.
I gave him my hanky. He wiped his face.
Angel: You’re back, wipe it. You’re a doctor and you don’t treat yourself well.
Jess’: Oh, I can’t reach it.
Angel: Take your shirt off. Just kidding.
Well, I wasn’t. He’s really soaking. But then he removed his shirt and placed it on the stirring wheel. He’s body really has form. I mean, I can feel it through his shirt when we dance but I didn’t know it was this perfect. I wiped his back. I was almost drooling when he said:
Jess’: Don’t drool
Angel: What? Am I?
He smirked.
Angel: Shut up.
He put his clothes back on; he stared at me and said:
Jess’: Am I wrong to ask if you have a boyfriend? I mean, we almost just met and all..
Angel: I don’t.
Jess’: Good.
Angel: But I’m not interested in having a boyfriend.
