Uriel had been in his room ever since he left Rosalia. After taking a quick shower and changing into a fresh set of dark clothes, he sat down at the desk in the corner of his room.

It was useless. The only thing occupying his mind was Rosalia.

The moment her memory invaded his thoughts, all concentration evaporated. He remembered how soft her small hand had felt when she innocently clasped it in his at the mall, the exact curve of her jaw, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled...

A sudden, hot jolt shot through him, and he felt his cock stir beneath his jeans.

Disgusted with...