Angela cried. “Well, come with me, Angel,” he grunted, his voice strained with the effort. Angela's body clenched around Antonio, her back arching off the bed as she shattered into a thousand pieces, her screams of ecstasy filling the room. In a burst of frenzied passion, Antonio's body tensing and trembling as he released himself into her with a guttural moan. The moment was a powerful crescendo of physical and emotional connection, a culmination of unspoken love and desire. His eyes never left Angela's, his gaze filled with an intensity that transcended the physical act of lovemaking. The room fell silent, save for the sound of their ragged breathing and the thumping of their hearts. Sweat glistened on their skin as they slowly regained their composure, their limbs entwined in a languid, post-coital embrace. Angela turned her head to face Antonio, her lips curving into a lazy smile. “That was…amazing,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse from her earlier cries. Antonio chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Well, I did have a decade's worth of pent-up desire to unleash,” he teased, his fingers tracing circles on Angela's back. He ran his fingers up and down her back in light feathery strokes, and Angela moaned with pleasure into the pillow. He kissed the tip of her nose and grinned. She held him tightly to her. “Antonio, what did you love about me the first time we met”. “A lot!” He snapped, as if he had been waiting for a chance to speak up. “First… I thought your freckles were cute, so I had for call you that”. Angela giggled. “Then your eyes… And a nice pair of cute…” He paused abruptly. “Am I allowed to say boobs?” Angela closed her eyes and shook her head. “Na uh, be a gentleman”. Angela replied like a royalty. “Of course my lady”. They both laughed at their humor. Antonio stared at her with a smile for so long that Angela had to look away shyly. He noticed he made her comfortable and smirked. “You still shy away after everything we have done, you know all about me and every single mark on my body” “It's the way you look at me”. Angela pouted. “You don't have to blame me, you are an actual art, you keep getting beautiful every single time, and it was like I keep falling in love with you each time we make love, it feels so fresh and good”. Antonio smiled at her. “Tell me when you first saw me, what came to your mind”. Antonio asked Angela. She cringed. “Should I be honest”. “Come on, I am a man, I can handle it”. He winked. “Well, I thought you are overrated for your looks, and after I woke up in your bed…i thought you were kind of good-looking in person, but our first conversation says otherwise, I saw you as a monster, spoiled privileged asshole”. Antonio froze at that statement, his face was pale and with an expression that Angela never thought he could make. It was funny to see him make such a face. “Wow, that hurts more than I thought it would”. “Sorry…you are no Monster” Angela replied softly, trying to resist the chuckle building up inside her chest. “You think my handsome face is overrated?” Oh! that's what offended him the most from my statement? He is so cute. Angela thought. She giggled a bit. “Oh you think that's funny?” He snapped, pretending to be offended. Shaking her head, trying not to laugh out. “You just need to see your face, never knew you were capable of such…emotions”. “Oh now you are calling me a robot man? One without expression, is this what this is all about?” He stood up from the bed, not minding his nakedness. Angela covered her mouth trying not to burst into laughter, seeing him standing shameless in front of her naked. “No baby…don't get mad”. Suddenly, she blinked as Antonio's finger clicked below his groin to get her attention. “Can you look up here, this is where my face is, if you want to apologize to that looking at my face not my dick!” Her eyes moved up to his face, he was frowning at her. “You are cute”. “I am not yet happy”. Antonio replied. Angela smiled back, then she looked down, her face more serious and collected now. “I don't think I can live without you, Antonio”. Antonio's eyes snapped wide, then he went back into character. “Where is that coming from? Huh? A bribe?” Angela smiled and shook her head. “You are the most handsome, adorable and sexiest man I have set my eyes on, and you are perfect…so perfect for me. You are a good man, Antonio…you made feel like a woman …I was glad it was you that night and not actually Damon, so I don't want to lose you… I want what we have to be forever”. Antonio was dumbfounded at first, his feet suddenly turned cold, but he fought against the fear and went back to bed. Angela stared curiously at him as took her hands, he kissed them softly and looked into her eyes. “Then marry me, Angela. I can't wait anymore, let's get married for real”. Angela's heart skipped at that point.