Angelica
I panicked
Anyone would panic after that scene.
In bed together.
Comfortable.
Sexy.
Hot.
Sweating.
I gripped the front of my baseball cap and tugged it harder onto my head as the Uber pulled up to set.
Had someone said "Hey Ang you look a bit hot, need something?" I would probably ask for a cold slap to the face. This wasn't... real. He was helping me because he had no choice.
There was a nothing there.
There never would be again.
No matter how treacherous my legs were as they wrapped around his body like they belonged together - like we still fit.
But Will had changed.
Everything about him was different, from the way he carried himself to the way his language had shifted from this playboy to some psycho adult who should have five kids and a mortgage.
Tremors wracke
