The next morning they went out for breakfast. Angelique seemed particularly bright — a soft, secret smile she couldn’t quite hide. Flashes of the previous night returned to her in small, heated images: the way he’d touched her, the way he’d moved, the faint, intimate sounds she had never expected from him. For someone who claimed to be inexperienced, he had been unexpectedly confident. The memory left her flushed and quietly curious about how far things might go.
“What are you thinking about?” Trunks asked.
She took a sip of hot chocolate to hide the rose in her cheeks. “Nothing,” she said, and he laughed.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
He reached out and wiped a smudge of foam from her lip with his finger, smiling. “So… how’s your dad?” he asked suddenly.
Angelique blinked. “Huh?”
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