Chapter Ten: The Kind Client
Angel rolled over to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. She obeyed silently, not out of submission, but out of habit. Xnxx porn He smiled at her and ushered her out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen. The redness had faded, the scabs, still present, no longer looked fragile enough to crack open at the slightest movement. Dante was standing over the stove, a covered pan on one burner, sizzling and making soft popping noises. Angel didn’t always have the opportunity to shower. He leaned in closer, even more gently; he planted a kiss on the healing wound. Angel looked at him from the corner of her eye. Angel had seen him shirtless before, but it was in a dimly lit, almost dark, run-down motel room. She hadn’t noticed a lot then. Dante was standing over the stove, a covered pan on one burner, sizzling and making soft popping noises. Slowly, Angel slipped through the doorway and walked down the hall. She hadn’t noticed a lot then. The right wall was bare. The soft fabric of the rest of the dress would barely cover her curved backside, and Angel smoothed out the creases in the material to see if it would grow
