CHAPTER 61

Angelina's POV

What the hell was I doing?

What in fuck's name was I doing?

Winston was sitting in his chair, looking directly into my eyes with more questions than I had the answers to. I could hear the way his breath sort of hitched at the proximity between us.

We were very close.

Very very close.

My hair had practically become a blanket around the both of us. No, not a blanket, a curtain, shielding us from the outside world and giving me full access to Winston's eyes.

I could see them sparkling.

Like a wonder of creation.

Something hummed between us, I could sense it clearly now.

Like a small song both our hearts were singing, or maybe it was just my heart that was singing the song, I don't know.

I could tell he felt something for me too, he had always been clear about it.

Well okay maybe sometimes he was less than clear about it, but when we are together like this, all the other details simply fade into the background.

I could see the planes of his face, that small lift at the corn