Antonio's face stiffened slightly at that question. He knew Angela was only curious, but the thought of his past still made him feel a twinge of discomfort.

He pulled away from her and walked to the place he had kept his pants to dress up.

 Angela was a bit disappointed, her brows married into a frown.

She grabbed the soft, fluffy duvet from the foot of the wall where Antonio had dropped them and draped it over her shoulders. 

The fabric was smooth against her skin; she pulled it close, savoring the feeling of comfort and warmth, yet not comfortable. 

Her mind kept welcoming many questions at a time.

Why...