Angel’s POV
(Flashback)
I groaned as I opened my eyes, the blinding morning light spilling through pink floral curtains. I blinked rapidly, trying to fight off the remnants of sleep and the pounding headache that reminded me of last night.
My eyes wandered over the unfamiliar room, the lightly painted walls soft and unassuming. Confusion hit me like a wave.
“Where am I?” I muttered. Then, like a flood breaking through a dam, it all came rushing back.
I kissed her.
The memory hit me with the force of a hammer, vivid and unrelenting. My lips were on hers, my hands tangled in her hair. The way she stopped me when I almost went too far. A smirk curled at the corner of my lips.
I glanced down. There she was, Mila, sleeping peacefully beside me, her face a picture of serenity. My fingers
