Predative gaze

In a white room, a pair of enchanting red eyes shot open and turned toward the door which slid open and a white-haired girl in her training attire almost ran in, her breath rough and the sweat made her clothes stuck to her skin revealing the alluring contours she possessed.

Angel's brows raised when she saw Amelia's expression. Filled with both panic and delight; the mix made it more confusing.

Angel couldn't even open her mouth when Amelia's rapid words rang. "it's Derek, he's calling"

Her words were like a hurricane entrapping Angel in its turmoil as a wave of panic overwhelmed her.

The room had only two beds which meant only she and Amelia stayed there and it also made her quite free so she wasn't properly dressed for any other person to see her and the main reason she was in panic was because of the bruise which still hasn't cleared.