Angel looked at her, his fingers brushing over the side of her face. He could answer that with a big ‘HELL YES’, but he still wasn’t sure she’d believe him. Because he had told her time and again, and she still questioned him at every turn. He gave her parts of himself that others hadn’t seen, yet she still questioned everything. Not that he really blamed her either, he guessed.
“Are you sure you want that answer?” he asked her quietly, his hand moving to cup her cheek. God, he wanted her in so many ways. Lately, she had been in his dreams so vividly, doing things that would probably make her, the big badass writer, blush.
“Yes,” she answered, her eyes locked with his.
“Judith, you do things no one else has done. You make me feel things I wasn’t sure were real. You unnerve me, even if
