Angel shut her eyes, losing herself in the kiss, letting the moment consume her.
But when Tryson pulled away, his gaze was distant—cold yet resolute, as if bracing himself for the weight of his next words.
"Listen, Angel," he said, his voice softer than his expression. "I know you don't really care, and I know there are more explanations to this, but right now, I just need you to be okay. I made a promise—to you, to Moore—about your well-being. I won't be the reason for any more chaos. So, until this settles, you need to stay away from your phone."
For a moment, silence stretched between them.
Then, Angel forced a small smile and nodded, a quiet acceptance in her eyes. Tryson smiled back at her, ready to leave, but before he could take another step, Angel's hand closed around his, stopping him in place.
The warmth of her touch made him turn, his gaze locking onto hers.