A soft smile plays on my lips as I watch him. Angel is still looking down, the delicate skin of his wrist warm and surprisingly fragile in my grasp. "Angel," I prompt gently, my thumb tracing a faint, soothing circle.
"Why so quiet? Give me a reply."
He doesn't look up. The blush on his cheeks deepens to a brilliant, rose-tinted crimson. "I... I'm not lying. I..."
His voice is a flustered whisper, dissolving into the quiet of the hallway.
He's so transparently nervous. The urge to tease him melts away into fondness.
I shouldn't push him like this.
A soft, warm laugh escapes me. He finally glances up, his golden eyes wide. "I'm just kidding," I assure him, my smile softening. "You don't need to explain."
I don't let go of his wrist. Instead, I use my free hand to push my bedroom door open.
"Come on. Let's go inside."
