How to spend a perfect night?
Of course, it starts with your girlfriend not finding any suspicious photos in your phone's gallery.
Sam was very fortunate.
He didn't have the habit of taking random photos.
So, apart from the pictures of him and Angel, there were almost no photos of other girls. Except for Ava, of course.
But Ava was Sam's sister, and that could be explained from various angles. Angel wasn't soone who nitpicked over trivial matters, and she wouldn't dwell on questions without definitive answers for too long.
So, they managed to return ho smoothly. As for everything that happened on the street, perhaps it would co to mind on so ordinary night long after.
In their young high school days, they would have such mories.
Of course, if they never thought of it again, that would be even better.
Because it would an they had many more beautiful mories worth recalling, not just this seemingly ordinary but warm mont.
They returned to Angel's room without any issues, with its familiar luxurious decor.
But once the lights were off, it didn't matter much, as all they needed for sleep was a bed.
Familiar kisses.
Familiar exploration of each other's bodies, which seed to have beco a given.
The familiar touch, indescribable and incomparable to anything else.
This was Angel, perfect from head to toe.
Irreplaceable Angel.
Her beauty, her body, her breasts, and her vagina were all unique.
Maybe it was just a feeling, but tonight, Angel seed especially gentle.
Even her actions of kissing Sam's cock were incredibly tender.
And Sam, of course, wouldn't miss such a gentle mont.
He displayed his lovemaking skills to Angel without reservation.
Until she experienced orgasm after orgasm, losing her strength and unable to move.
Their bodies were drenched in sweat, but it seed neither of them cared about that. They just embraced each other, drawing warmth from the night as if it were their last.
Sam didn't like to think too pessimistically about things.
Or rather, no matter how pessimistic or desperate the situation, he would always find a glimr of hope or sothing to comfort himself.
Otherwise, nothing could have sustained him to this point.
"What are you thinking about?"
Perhaps because Sam had been silent for too long, just holding Angel in his arms without speaking.
The girl in his arms lifted her head slightly, her eyes no longer cold, looking at him.
Sam lowered his head slightly, his hand instinctively grabbing her breast.
"Nothing much, just reflecting a bit. It feels like another year is about to pass."
"It's not even Christmas yet, and we haven't even had the exam that's in a few days," Angel said with a hint of sarcasm.
Sam smiled and lowered his head.
"Yeah, people tend to worry about things that haven't happened yet, which makes them anxious."
Angel scoffed.
"Even if you try not to think about it, you will. But thinking about it doesn't help. Until things actually happen, you never know what to do. As for anxiety... the smarter you are, the more anxious you get."
She summarized succinctly.
Sam smiled, pressing his lips together.
"So, are you complinting for being smart?"
"You don't like being praised by ?"
"No, it's just a bit unusual. I never thought I'd live to see the day when the Heiress praised ."
As soon as Sam finished speaking, Angel clamped his cock tightly with her legs.
The boy, gritting his teeth, looked at Angel innocently.
"What are you doing?"
"You're getting too full of yourself."
"You praise , but I can't get full of myself?"
"I praise you because I want to. Getting full of yourself is sothing I hate."
"Alright, the Heiress's rules are rules."
Sam smiled, not taking it to heart.
What else could he do?
She was Angel, after all...
"You really are my angel."
Sam murmured softly, lowering his head to nuzzle her nose.
With both of their noses being quite prominent, this action was easy to do.
Angel, of course, heard his seemingly nonsensical murmur.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Hmm? Was I wrong?"
At this mont, Angel suddenly smiled.
"Let guess what you'd say... It should be, 'A man as excellent as shouldn't belong to just one person; I should belong to all of humanity.' Right?"
Sam blinked, seeing the slightly mischievous look in her eyes.
"I don't think I've ever said that."
"You've thought it countless tis."
"Can you read minds too?"
"I specialize in reading yours."
"Is that a high school course? I'd like to take it."
"Stop joking. Who doesn't know your thoughts?"
Angel snorted, then turned her back to Sam.
Sam, understanding, gently held her, turning his arm into her pillow.
He lay against her back, holding her shoulder.
Sam inhaled the faint scent of her hair, as if everything was about to fall into silence again.
He heard her soft voice.
"So, you still haven't given up on that crazy idea?"
Sam knew what she was referring to.
He replied softly.
"Yeah."
"So, I haven't made you feel unparalleled happiness?"
Angel seed unusually doubtful of herself.
Sam leaned closer to her ear, speaking softly.
"I do feel your unparalleled beauty and happiness."
"Then why haven't you given up? Are you saying other girls can give you the sa feeling?"
Sam didn't know what expression the girl in his arms had at that mont.
Was she restraining her anger, ready to lash out, or was she quietly feeling sad?
He didn't know. He just had to give his own answer.
"No one can replace the feeling you give , just as no one can replace . But... I still hopelessly, unrepentantly believe that everyone should be happy."
"You describe it that way, so you should know it's neither correct nor just." Angel's voice was light, seemingly devoid of extra emotion.
Sam smiled.
"There's no such thing as absolute justice or correctness. I just know I want to do what needs to be done, to make fewer people sad, to make our lives more complete. I can't accurately explain why I feel this way. But..."
Sam held her tighter.
Tightly.
As if loosening his grip would make her disappear like smoke.
"I like you. I'm sure now. I really like you, and I can't lose you."
He felt the body in his arms tremble slightly, so clearly.
Angel didn't respond imdiately. She was silent for a long ti.
How long?
A minute?
Five minutes?
Or longer?
Sam didn't count the ti. He just closed his eyes, thinking it wouldn't be bad to fall asleep like this.
But he still heard Angel's response.
"Is that your way of admitting defeat?"
"When two people like each other, there's no winning or losing."
"But gas have winners and losers."
"The ga ended long ago."
"When did it end? I don't know."
Sam opened his eyes.
The closed curtains only let in a few strands of light, like spider silk.
But that was the only light in the room.
He said.
"It started when we t, and it ended when we t."
"I don't like riddles."
"This isn't a riddle. From that mont, no gas were needed, no extra reasons. The strings of fate have bound us together. For whatever reason, we won't part. We'll always be together. Forever."
"If I say I don't understand your words or why you're saying them."
Angel's voice wasn't as calm, allowing Sam to catch a hint of emotion.
Sam kissed her hair.
Like a knight kissing the queen's hand with reverence.
"It doesn't matter... There's plenty of ti. I'll spend my life proving this. And I said I like you... I'm telling you I'm willing to spend that much ti."
"Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"I'm afraid, but I can't leave you."
"...Sleep."
Angel said softly.
The long night seed to have no answers or conclusions.
Sam would never know what expression Angel had when she heard his words.
Until a few days later, at the end of the exam.
The unclosed window, in the gloomy weather, let snowflakes fall on his arm, slowly lting.
Sam suddenly looked up.
Last night, when he was used as a pillow, it seed there was a similar wetness.
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