Their "First Date" had been nothing less than disastrous! Trying to keep the family at bay about their declaration of love, they have spent the better part of Saturday sneaking around and making secret plans for a romantic evening together. After several failed attempts for privacy, their new romance become public knowledge when Tony, Angela and the Jag ended up in the nearby lake, under the stars during a heated make out session.

Soaked, embarrassed and disillusioned by the disaster that shadowed their first 24-hours as a couple, Tony and Angela decided to cut their losses, return home under the watchful eyes of their overzealous and ecstatic family that had rejoiced in the announcement that Tony and Angela were "In Love," and put this evening to bed, without each other that was.

Awkwardly bidding each other good night, as Mona, Sam and Jonathan stared at them, waiting to catch a glimpse of their love in action, Tony and Angela disappeared to their respective bedrooms to get cleaned up from their unplanned dip in the lake.

Angela retreated to her bedroom with sights set on taking a leisure bath and removing the grit and grime of the lake water from her damp and cold body. As she removed her soaked dress, she smiled at the thought of what could have been had the night's events been different then what they turned out to be. She could feel Tony's lips upon hers in that mosquito filled hotel room. What would have happened between them had Tony not yanked the air unit out of the wall from frustration with the ill-equipped HVAC repair man allowing a swarm of mosquitoes to interrupt their stay. Would her black dress be laying on the floor next to the king-sized bed that had made them so nervous and apprehensive when they first arrived in the room? Would their relationship have gone to the next level if had it not been for the incompetent HVAC guy and Tony's nervous and frustrated reaction. Seven years of desire and sexual tension was built up in both of them, were the expectations and fantasies too hard to live up to?

Angela submerged herself into the bubble bath filled water, closed her eyes and reflected on the events of the last 24 hrs. Her dream of sharing her feeling with Tony and him reciprocating had finally come true. The love she felt in her heart for the man she had shared the last seven years of her life with overfilled her with joy but there was still an unfulfilled deep desire that she wasn't sure when or how it would be filled. She relaxed as she thought of his touch, the feel of his lips on hers, the warmth of his breath against her skin. She wanted nothing more than to show Tony how she felt about him. Like her mother told her back in Washington, first you tell him, then you show him, then you tell them him again...Tony wasn't as quick on the draw to know what Angela was feeling when it came to her and him. He could read her like an open book about all things except her feeling for him. Maybe she had just gotten so used to hiding them that even he could not see how badly she wanted him. She submerged herself deeper and deeper into the water until her whole head was covered, trying to drown her ill-fated desires.

While Angela soaked herself and her feelings, Tony escaped to a warm shower in the bathroom he now shared only with Jonathan. The "men's room," as it was now called since Sam had moved into the dorms and Mona had her own place. Prying the wet clothes off his ever so firm body, Tony's heart raced as he thought back to his and Angela's make out session in the Jag before the earth opened up and swallowed them. "Damn, why did my leg have to slip and hit the gear shift," he thought to himself. Perhaps it was a sign that they were moving too fast. Perhaps it was fate telling them, it wasn't time. Perhaps it was his nerves of not being ready to move to the next level with Angela. After all they had been through together and after the pain, he knew he caused her with his "relationship" with Kathleen, maybe this was his punishment. He knew he had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Angela. They had come so close in Jamaica, but he knew it wasn't time and they agreed to wait. Then, he almost screwed it all up with Kathleen, but he knew even while "dating" her, there was only one woman for him and that was Angela. As the water soaked over him, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back into the dripping stream of following drops. He ran his hands through his hair as visions of him and Angela in the Jag filled his head and he suddenly felt his body reacting to what was no longer a fantasy but the reality of her lips on his, her arms wrapped around his neck, hands caressing through his hair and her sweet scent that kept him from sleeping on that long train ride to Washington when they spent the night together in that small, cozy, single bed. "Get control of yourself Micelle," he scolded himself.

Angela had finally re-emerged from her bubble filled deep dive and had changed into the pink silk pajamas she had worn on their trip to Washington. Having had the best night's sleep in years, lying next to Tony on the train ride to Washington, those were now Angela's favorite pajamas. She felt as if she could still smell him on them, despite the fact that they had been washed numerous times over the last few months. Little did she know that Tony splashed a dash of his cologne on them every time he returned them to her drawer after washing them. That night, alone together, sleeping in the same bed was the closest they had been physically since the night in the cabin where they discovered they had shared their first, first kiss, twenty some years prior. They had agreed that night that things were pretty good between them the way they were but they both knew that things could be great between them the way they weren't and Angela hoped more than anything now that would prove itself to be true.

Slipping herself in between the sheets of her bed, she laid her head upon her soft pillow, willing herself to try and sleep as visions of her and Tony continued to overwhelm her mind and tingle her body. Standing outside the bathroom door which was immediately next to Angela's bedroom door, Tony stood for a moment contemplating whether he should knock and disrupt her with a kiss goodnight or retreat to his own room where it would be a safer place for him to escape to, uncertain if he could control himself if he were to see her again that night. Wearing one of his tight, white tank-top, undershirts and his gray sweatpants, Tony chose to retreat to the safety of his bedroom and try to put this endless night behind him.

As Tony and Angela lay in their respective bedrooms, separated by a mere few short steps, neither of them was having any success in getting any sleep as visions and thoughts of one another in each other's arms filled their minds.

Tossing and turning, unable to find comfort and peace in his mind, Tony leaped out of the bed in a fit of rage and frustration and headed downstairs in hopes of finding something to easy his overzealous mind and libido.

Confronted with the same inability to sleep, Angela quickly descended the stairs heading to the kitchen, clueless to the fact that the love her life had headed in that direction just minutes before her.