'I am literally in hell…' Angela thought as she squeezed her limbs tight against her body.
Tony lay mere inches away in what was surely the 'smallest TWIN bed in the history of the universe!' Her eyes were wide open, staring at the dimly lit ceiling. Rain and lightning crashing down all around them.
She was not a God fearing woman, but boy was she praying now. Praying for anything that could take her out of the discomfort she was in. Sleep, an ice bath, any type of female sexual dysfunction really, time travel - so she could move her dry bed out of the way before the roof crashed down on it, even a tornado to come sweep her up and put her out of her misery … She was getting desperate.
She thought about the kiss they had shared in their kitchen five months ago. Their bodies pressed together, her hands in his hair. The taste of the flour on their lips as their tongues swirled around each other in a passionate … 'THIS IS NOT HELPING!'
She couldn't take the heat anymore, it coursed through her body in waves. The flannel pajamas, the wool socks, the heat radiating from Tony's body - it was all becoming unbearable.
Tony was doing no better and he too was praying. But no amount of Hail Marys or Our Fathers were going to distract him from the events of that night and where it had landed them. 'How can she be Ingrid … how?' He was beginning to question everything he had believed in up until this point in his life.
His mind wandered … He thought about the things Jeffrey had shared with him about Angela. Things that he would never have asked to know but had intrigued him and peaked his curiosity upon hearing them. But lying next to her tonight, having seen her perfect figure hugged by that white sheet that left very little to the imagination but also a very little that he had no trouble filling in because memories of her coming out of the bathtub teased him incessantly no matter how hard he tried to block them out …
'God, she smells so good … stop this … think about the rotten watermelon you found in Jonathan's school bag. Okay … that's better.'
He wanted to see if she was asleep but was too scared to move for fear he might touch her. He had no idea exactly how close she was because he refused to pull his eyes away from the ceiling.
A reflection created by the dim light coming in from the window reminded him of a nipple … 'Angela's pale pink nipple … on her perfectly round, supple breasts … covered in white, fluffy bubbles … damn it! I need to stop this! Think about something else … ANYTHING ELSE!' He pleaded with himself but it was futile.
He adjusted himself, careful not to touch her and let out a deep, frustrated breath.
'How the fuck am I going to make it through the night like this? … Just take me now.'
He tried to create more space between them by turning on his side - big mistake. His perfectly firm rear end brushed past her thigh as he turned and every hair on his body stood on end … among other things.
Tony abruptly tossed the sheets on top of Angela and jumped out of the bed.
"I can't do this Angela! I cannot do this!" His hands raked through his hair.
"Tony" she cried, exasperated. "What's wrong?"
She took the opportunity to jump out of the inferno she had been melting in. Her socks discarded in one smooth motion before her feet hit the floor and then tossed on top of the bed.
"What's wrong?! … What's wrong Angela?! I'll tell you what's wrong …" Her eyes were wide with anticipation. "I can't do this! … I cannot do this! I'll sleep on the chair, it's less painful." He clenched his fists in frustration.
"Tony, you're going to fall."
"I'll take my chances Angela."
She felt terrible. There was nowhere else for him to sleep and she couldn't let him spend the night on that chair.
"Oh! I have an idea!" She flicked the light on.
"ANGELA!" he cried, his hands immediately covering his manhood.
Her jaw slackened but she carried on as if she didn't notice. On the inside however, she was doing backflips.
"Tony!" she began again, excited that she had found a solution, "we can flip my mattress!" It was so obvious she felt silly that she hadn't thought about it earlier. "I'll just sleep on it over here, on the floor" she gestured to his side of the room. The side with the ceiling still fully intact … for now, anyway.
She went over to her bed and began to tug on the mattress pulling it onto the floor.
"Hold on," Tony warned, "let me help you."
"It's okay Tony I got it."
"Angela, let me help you." He insisted but didn't move as he was still trying to regain his composure.
She was bent over trying to get a grip on the mattress and her white panties peeked out from under the flannel and he was once again frozen.
"Tony it's okay I got it, you just …"
There was no good way for her to end that sentence so she just trailed off and refocused her efforts on the mattress. Getting it off the bed was one thing but trying to flip it proved to be a challenge. Tony watched her struggle for a moment and then saw that the corner of the mattress was caught under his bed and that's why it wouldn't flip for her.
"Ange … Angela … hang on a second let me help you."
"Tony I've got this!"
She was frustrated with the mattress and embarrassed of the state they were both in. Just because her body didn't show it, didn't mean she was any better off than he was at that moment and she really didn't want to make any sort of physical contact with him and turn a bad situation worse.
She channeled her irritation into one final tug and angrily pulled on the mattress just as Tony had knelt down to push the corner out from under his bed. He felt the mattress go flying from his grip.
"ANGELA!"
The mattress flew into her, and heavily dropped to the floor bringing her down with it. She rolled right off of it and onto Tony who was knocked on his ass in a half seated position with Angela face down in his chest. Angela felt something pressing against her hip and, without thinking, reached down to move it … until she realized that it was Tony and she was mortified.
"Tony" she breathed "I'm … I'm SO sorry I …"
"It's okay Angela" he wanted to shrivel up and die.
A sudden crash of thunder startled Angela and he felt her shudder against him.
"You okay?" he whispered, placing his hand on her back.
"Yeah. I'm okay"
Just as the words left her tongue the power went out and they were in the dark again.
"Are you kidding me?" Tony uttered, shaking his head.
"It's okay, I think we can flip it without light," Angela suggested, hoping to resolve the predicament they were in sooner rather than later.
She began to lift her body off of him and into a seated position on the mattress.
Suddenly the power came back on.
"Perfect" she said with a weak smile but grateful for the light.
They had both grabbed the mattress and begun to turn it when Tony realized he heard music. He looked around wondering where it was coming and as they got the mattress flipped around he spotted it. The television had turned on when the power came back. He looked back at Angela and she was once again mesmerized by the scene in front of her. Her head turned towards him and her dark eyes gazed into his pulling him in. He knew he should turn it off but he couldn't look away, she was so beautiful, sultry, so alluring …
"Ange … Angela" his voice was shaky.
He dropped the mattress and flew over to the television, reached behind it and unplugged it from the wall. Relief coursing through his body.
But when he turned back around and saw her standing there his mouth began to water.
Angela's make shift pajamas had come undone, no doubt during her struggle with the mattress. There were at least three … maybe four - Tony was barely breathing at this point, counting was just too much effort in his state - buttons that had come undone. Her shirt had shifted and her left breast had become, nearly entirely, exposed.
Angela watched him with curiosity and she followed his gaze down to her chest. She inhaled a sharp breath in surprise but for a moment she didn't move. She watched him, watching her, his eyes turning big and wide as saucers. She felt herself grow warm at the hunger in his eyes and bit down on her bottom lip.
Moments later she came back to herself and slowly straightened the shirt on her shoulders, but made no effort to fuss around with the buttons.
Tony took a step toward her, hand raised slightly but then stopped. The expression on his face was one of helpless eagerness.
"I really wish that hadn't happened," he said, his voice thick.
"Me flashing you" she took a breath "or me covering myself back up?" she asked bravely.
"Both" he admitted, his eyes dark with desire.
"I thought you said things between us are pretty good the way they are?" She now teased, confident that he had crossed the point of no return. Every man had one, and without knowing it, she had just pushed him over his.
"But you said they could be great," he reminded her "and there's a part of me that would like to know just how great …"
"Is there?" she asked coyly, fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt.
They both smiled and Tony made his way to where she was standing, next to the mattress on the floor.
"Tony, what about all that stuff about risking what we have," she asked, "I think you have a point."
"I know, but Angela, who are we kidding? The entire universe has been pushing us toward this, maybe we just need to give in," he replied.
"But what about tomorrow?" she asked. "If we give in, and do this, what then? I'm still your boss." She hated that, but it was the truth.
"Yes, but for tonight, can't we just pretend?" he asked. "Yes you are my boss. But Angela, you are also Ingrid." He moved closer to her. "What are the odds? I know what I said earlier at the rock but this can't be a coincidence. There has to be a force here bigger than us and I want to surrender to it."
She bit down on her bottom lip again while considering his words.
"Ange, please don't do that." He pleaded in a whisper.
"Do … what?" She asked genuinely puzzled.
"That lip," he breathed "the way you bite down on it like that it's … it's tempting." She smiled at his admission.
He stood in front of her and placed his hands on her hips, watching her eyes for some sort of sign that she was willing to take this chance with him.
"I know that it's a terrible idea for us to do this." He began again "But I also know that what happened today, your name on that rock … I think I would rather live out my days regretting that we did, then to look back one day and regret that we didn't. Angela I just … I want to know … I need to know."
"Tony," she whispered, running her hands up his bare arms and lacing them around his neck.
Their lips crashed together in carnal passion. Tony devoured her mouth and she tugged at his bottom lip sucking it. His tongue sought entry and was eagerly received as months of sublimated sexual desires rumbled through them. Angela's hands kneaded his shoulders as Tony made quick work of the remaining buttons on her shirt and slid the garment off of her shoulders before they tumbled down onto the mattress on the floor, lips still fused.
Tony trailed kisses along her jawline and behind her ear.
"You were so beautiful getting out of that tub," he bravely confessed. He'd been waiting to tell her that since the day it happened.
Angela pulled away to look him in the eyes, "I thought you didn't see anything," she teased.
"I saw everything," leaning back he once again took in the view of her firm breasts, "and I remember it all. Every inch, every beautiful, flawless curve." He allowed it all to pour from his lips knowing this may be his only opportunity.
He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips before moving down her neck, then her chest, trailing sweet kisses to her left breast. He blew gently, smiling as he watched her stiffen under his ministrations, then licked it with his hot tongue.
She hissed above him and ran her fingers through his hair as he took her into his mouth. He suckled greedily and brought his hand up to massage the other side.
"Mmm Tony," she murmured in delight, reveling in the sensations of his hands and tongue doing what she had only, up until this point, dreamed about.
He kissed across the valley of her breasts, his skilled mouth alternating between them. They were perfect, firm, yet soft. He looked up at her, his mouth full and he grew harder at her blissful expression.
He kissed his way back up her chest and neck and took her lips in a passionate kiss. Her nails raking his scalp, their torsos pressing delightfully against one another.
Eager, Angela rolled them over on the small mattress, their lips popped free as she rested herself up on his thighs. She gently ran her hands through the soft hairs of his chest, across his nipples and he gasped at the sensation. She then traced the taut muscles of his stomach, running her fingers over every inch. Tony smiled up at her, his hands coming to rest on her hip bones, rubbing small sensual circles.
"You like what you see?" he teased.
"Mmmmm … very much," she confessed, once again biting down on her bottom lip.
"God, you drive me crazy when you do that," he said.
"Do what?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"You are so incredibly sexy," he groaned.
He sat up and took her mouth in a searing kiss. Angela smiled against his lips making their kisses open mouthed and sloppy as their tongues dueled.
He rolled them back over and lay gently on top of her. Pulling back for a moment he watched her, not quite believing that this was happening.
He ran his hands along the tops of her white, lace trimmed, panties, cocked his head to the side and started to inch them down her waist. Before he could move them any farther, Angela reached out to trace the muscles of his chest and stomach, her hand stopping at the top of his pants.
"I think it's my turn to see you." She said in reference to the bathtub incident. Licking her lips at the sight of his bulge she excitedly began pulling at his pants.
He smiled and helped her work them down his lean legs until he sprang free.
"Mmm," she hummed at the sight of his arousal, feeling a rush of warmth at her core.
Tony simply smiled at her.
His hands found their way to the edge of her panties again and this time she didn't stop him. He took them all the way off, moving slowly down the full length of her long slender legs, taking care to place soft fervent kisses along the way before moving back up her body, stopping at her center.
"Is it my turn now?" he whispered, looking up at her.
Angela parted her legs and although he would have never expected that reaction from her, he was very pleased.
"Fuck," he murmured, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs.
Angela's breath caught in anticipation as she felt his hot breath on her before he softly kissed his way in, his tongue leading the way.
She bucked up on the mattress as he gently and slowly pleasured her. His hands massaging the inside of her thighs. His tongue down her center, humming at her arousal. Angela pressed herself against him as he licked her and took her in his mouth.
"Tony," she cried out.
"God Angela you're so hot," his searing breath whispered against her.
He brought his hand to join in. He teased her opening with his finger, just barely slipping it in and Angela's hips rose off the mattress. He smiled at her eagerness and brought a second finger inside of her massaging her walls.
"Oh God Tony," she cried out in bliss.
No one had ever pleasured her with such care. Past experiences had been quick, clumsy, selfish. She banished all those thoughts from her mind now and focused on the ones surrounding Tony and the way in which he worshiped her body.
He turned his fingers inside her and found her sweet spot, Angela's legs spread wider apart. He brought his mouth to her and flicked her with his tongue. As he worked, he looked up and watched her grab the edges of the mattress.
"Oh, God Tony, right there, please don't stop," she cried out.
She clenched against his fingers as he worked them in and out of her. He softly grazed her with his teeth and Angela's shoulders came off the mattress, her hands flying to his head holding him in place.
"Fuck! Tony," she cried out as pleasure tore through her.
Tony softly sucked and nibbled as he rode out the waves with her. She quivered in his mouth and he enjoyed every drop of her sweetness. Angela tugged on him and he made his way back up to her lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
She whimpered at his hardness when it grazed against her, now sensitive, center and began to press against him.
"Nah, uh," Tony said, sitting up and leaning back on his heels. "If this is the only time I'm gonna get be with you," his fingers ran down her body to her legs then he took them in his hands and placed them on his shoulders, "I want to watch."
Angela's mouth gaped open. She had never been spoken to in such a way but much to her surprise, she liked it ... more than she'd ever care to admit. She had a sudden thought about perhaps her being more like her mother than she thought, but had never found the right guy to bring it out in her … but it was fleeting as she was very distracted.
He teased her at first while she drank in the sight before her with hungry eyes but then she bit down on her lip and that was his undoing.
They gasped simultaneously as they finally gave into years of repressed desires and became one.
He watched her eyes slowly drift out of focus and caught himself wondering how he had lived so long without her … without this. An overwhelming feeling came over him and he surrendered to the fact that if nothing else, he and Angela were meant to be lovers.
He slipped out then inside of her again slowly, allowing her body to adjust to him. He ran his hands up and down her legs as he moved his pelvis in a circular motion feeling her clinch around him.
"Mmm Tony," she moaned, her eyes closed, head tilted back.
"Open your eyes Angela." He softly groaned. "I want you to remember everything."
Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a sly smile.
"Like I could ever forget this."
With those words he clenched her thighs and began to move in and out of her at a slightly quicker pace.
He brought his hands to her waist and tilted her hips toward him. Angela raised her hands over her head to grip the mattress, her back arched and Tony reached down to cup her whilst maintaining his rhythm.
"Mmm Tony, don't stop," she moaned as he pinched her peaks with his fingers.
His pace quickened, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Her moans, her movements, his hands kneading as he watched himself move in and out of her body …
"Angela," he cried.
He shifted her legs from his shoulders to get a better position, the moonlight was glistening off of them and he brought his fingers to brush against her most sensitive spot. He needed to feel her come undone around him.
"Tony! Fuck!" she screamed as her pelvis started to come off the mattress meeting his thrust.
He felt her tighten, her hands wildly reaching for him, he tilted forward letting their bodies rub against each other.
"Tony! Yes! There, oh god yes please don't sto…" Angela screamed as pleasure rippled through her for the second time that night. Her arms clamping him in and close to her quivering body.
Tony watched her and in that moment he knew that this was going to haunt him until the day he could figure out a way to make her his. This was the only place he ever wanted to come home to. He gently laid down, letting his weight cover her, Angela wrapped her legs around his waist and he continued to thrust wildly into her. Wrapping her in his embrace, he continued frantically and deeply until he too came undone.
"Ange…" he cried out as he felt himself tumble over the edge, releasing himself inside of her.
Angela softly rubbed his back and he collapsed, his head laying on her shoulder breathing harshly into her ear.
"Tony," she whispered, kissing the side of his sweat soaked head.
He pulled himself up, resting his forehead against hers as he took her mouth in a tender kiss.
"Wow," he said.
"Yeah," she replied, breathless.
"Angela, that was," he started.
"Memorable," she finished for him.
"Told you," he chuckled, rolling over and bringing her to rest across his chest.
At the feel of Tony's lips against her temple, Angela sighed. He was unlike anyone she had ever known, and she knew no other man would ever compare. He was everything she didn't even know she was missing and she wanted nothing more than to keep doing this with him. But, she knew that wasn't the deal and come tomorrow it would be as though it never happened.
"Tony?"
"Hmmmm?" he mustered.
"Do you think you'll go and sleep in the other bed tonight?" she whispered.
"Do you want me to?" He asked her.
"No."
Tony turned towards her and she was facing him. Their eyes met for what seemed like an eternity, neither wanted to look away. Because once they did, the moment would be over, becoming a mere memory.
"Tony?" she began again.
"Yes" he whispered, smiling lovingly at her. He had never met a cuter Angela as the one across from him in this very moment.
"Do you think we are making tomorrow harder on ourselves by falling asleep like this?"
"Probably."
They both rested their heads on the mattress and turned their gazes back up to the ceiling. Mulling over the implications of what they had just done and what they were about to do. Despite all the reasons they came up with to rip off the bandaid and part ways like they did every night at home, neither one of them made an effort to move and Tony wrapped his arms around her.
Angela smiled.
For tonight, she'd cuddle and sleep in his arms, sated and content to be in this dream a little longer.
Tony held her in his arms, their legs wrapped and their feet resting on top of one another as they slowly drifted off to sleep. Tony felt the warmth of her toes on his and found himself dreaming of a different tomorrow, one where he could be worthy of a different life with her. He knew it was futile but how he wished things were different. Angela stirred something within him that he didn't know existed until now, and how he longed to stay here with her forever …
She listened for any remaining trace of the rain that had left them stranded last night, but the sound of singing birds confirmed that the storm had passed. 'The perfect storm', she mused.
She recalled the events of their night wondering if it had all been a dream but there were satisfying aches in her body that told her otherwise.
Angela slowly became aware of her surroundings. She could feel the warmth of his bare chest against the soft skin of her cheek as she gently moved up and then back down again with every breath he took. Her left arm lay beneath her, while the right lay across his body, coming to rest just below his waist. Her right hand, she now realized, sat warmly nestled in his left. His hard, callused fingers interlaced with her soft, slender ones.
She could feel the warmth of his other hand on her back. She was so intent on remaining still, for fear of waking him and breaking this moment, that she hadn't realized she was holding her breath. She inhaled deeply and he stirred. Ever so slightly - but he did. She felt the weight of the hand on her back lighten and a very subtle squeeze of the hand that was sitting in his. She remained still, silently hoping that he hadn't woken - but, he had.
Tony's eyes slowly fluttered open and he smiled when he saw that Angela was sound asleep on his chest. Careful not to move a muscle, he watched her for a moment before closing his eyes again. He too wanted to take in the feel of her in his embrace, even if just for a minute longer.
He thought about the events that brought them to this moment in time. 'Ingrid, unbelievable'. He allowed his mind to reflect back on that night as a young boy at make out rock and as he fell deeper into his reverie, his thumb absentmindedly began brushing softly against Angela's back. It was as though he was subconsciously acting out the very action he was imagining - lifting and lowering his thumb with each letter he wrote on the rock I-N-G-R-I-D. Had he not dozed back off to sleep, he would have seen the dreamy smile that touched upon her lips.
Angela's eyes began to sting as she found herself unable to shake the feeling that she was about to lose something so precious. Swallowing back the tears, she came to the painful realization that nothing in this world would ever compare to being held lovingly in his arms.
She heard his soft snores and opened her eyes. Propping herself up on her arm she watched him sleep.
She swallowed hard. 'Oh my God, I slept with Tony.' Her mind began to race. Did she regret it? 'No … not one minute of it.' But, she was scared? Scared of what this might do to their relationship, afraid of how it might change them. She laid back down for a moment as these fears circled around in her mind.
'I am terrified.' She admitted.
She gently removed his hand from her hip and slipped off of the mattress making her way to the bathroom. Quietly closing the door behind her she turned and leaned her forehead into it.
She faced the mirror and saw her ivory skin was spotted with pink markings, giving away the places where he had most indulged. She couldn't help but smile as memories of the night filled her head. Her body growing warmer with each detail she recalled.
"Oh, Angela … We need to block that out now." She whispered, gently giving her head a shake.
'But God it was good … incredible.' She smiled at her reflection …
"Ange?" He whispered.
Tony woke up and had an unsettling feeling when he didn't find her lying next to him. He looked around the room and uttered a sigh of relief when he noticed the bathroom door was closed.
Realization struck. 'I slept with Angela!' He tried to calm his nerves but the fact that she had gotten up and left without waking him or saying good morning had him worried. 'Maybe she didn't want to wake me, it was a late night,' he grinned involuntarily thinking about the reason for their late night, but quickly circled back 'What if we've ruined everything?'
The thought of losing her formed a knot in his stomach.
'I need to talk to her.'
He knocked on the bathroom door but there was no answer. He knocked again and waited a moment but still nothing. He opened the door a crack and spoke into it.
"Angela? You here?"
"Good morning Tony." Her greeting was so casual that he opened the door fully and stepped inside not giving it any thought.
Tony stared at her body, droplets trailing down accentuating every curve … he swallowed hard.
She watched as his eyes grew wide, he looked shocked and it alarmed her. Her gaze quickly followed him but she didn't see anything wrong … I mean she was naked but that shouldn't be shocking to him now.
"Is something wrong?" She reached for a towel to wrap herself in, his cheeks growing increasingly warm.
"Uh, no … uh good morning Angela." He smiled.
He kept staring at the one mark still visible above the towel, feeling a sense of pride and, surprisingly, ownership.
"I uh …" he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry about that I didn't mean to …" He pointed at the marking on her chest and she realized now why he looked so stunned when he walked in.
"Don't be." She was confident, and alluring and that made Tony begin to tingle all over.
He discreetly adjusted himself the moment her eyes finally looked away. He wanted so badly to grab her in his arms and take her back into that shower and … well … and take her in the shower. Knowing the man he had once been, the amount of self control he had around her was astounding to him. He shook his head.
"Everything okay?" She could tell he was having some kind of reaction to his own internal dialogue and laughed at him. "Do you want to take a shower?"
"Uh … yeah."
"I'll get out of our way." She began making her way to the door, but Tony placed his hands on her hips and stopped her as she was passing him. She inhaled a sharp breath, her insides tingling.
"I think we should talk." He said more seriously than he had intended and saw a growing fear in her eyes.
"No, no.. it's nothing like that." He whispered. Leaving her feeling as though he had read her mind. "But I do think we need to talk."
His smile disarmed her, making her knees grow weak.
"Okay …"
She looked down at his perfectly toned torso and the undeniable bunge in his boxers, absentmindedly biting down on her bottom lip when she saw the marks she, too, left behind.
Angela cleared her throat, "maybe we can .. uh … talk after you've showered and we're both dressed ..." He wondered if she was afraid, aroused or confused.
"You having trouble speakin' with this in front o' you?" He winked, puffing out his chest.
"I'd be lying if I said no" she giggled as she pushed past him and out the door.
Tony looked up to the heavens shaking his head wondering how the hell he was going to live with her now that they'd lost each other as friends and knowing they would in fact remember it.
When he stepped out of the shower, he noticed that his clothes had been neatly folded and left on the bathroom counter for him. 'I didn't even hear her come in' he chuckled to himself. Part of him wanted to tease her for being afraid she'd lose her cool if he walked back into the room dripping wet in a towel. But given that he himself had to take care of more than just washing in that shower after seeing her in a towel … he wisely chose to refrain. Suddenly he was mortified wondering if she'd seen anything when she dropped off his clothes.
When he exited the bathroom and looked around the half-trashed room, he couldn't help but feel disappointed seeing her bent over tying her shoes, all dressed-up in her white shorts, blue shirt and pink sweater thrown over her shoulders. She looked incredibly cute though.
"Hi." She said, smiling.
"Hi." He leaned into the doorframe, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Are you ready to talk?" She asked cautiously.
"Not really," he replied honestly, a soft smile on his lips. "But I do think we should." Angela nodded.
"Do you regret it?" She asked bluntly.
"What?!" Tony was shocked.
"Do you regret it?" She repeated. Her question felt like a dagger in his chest.
"Of course not! … Why? Do you?" His heart felt as though it had dropped into his stomach.
"No … of course not … I just … I just thought that's what you wanted to say."
She walked towards him and cupped his cheek with her hand.
"I don't regret a single thing that happened in this room." Her thumb caressed his cheek as the relief became evident in his eyes. "I would, however, never forgive myself if this changed anything between us." She looked deep into his eyes "I don't want to lose what we have Tony."
He smiled at her.
"Good. Because I don't want that either." He still felt that knot in the pit of his stomach.
"Angela?" he continued, "this is going to be hard!" he whined.
A sad smile touched her lips.
"Incredibly hard," she agreed.
"I'm not a monk Angela," he joked.
She laughed so hard she snorted. "No Tony, you are definitely not a monk."
"You laugh, but livin' with you has tried me Angela. I see things that I don't wanna see, lacy things Angela. And then you walk around and I'm always wonderin' which one of those lacy things are under there and … You have no idea!"
She laughed.
"I have an idea, living with you is no easier on me Tony" she confessed, "I will do my best to keep the temptation to a minimum."
He scoffed. In his opinion, at her worst, she was still the hottest woman in any room.
"What happens at camp, stays at camp. Let's try to leave it all here." He sighed.
"Exactly," she agreed.
"Tony" she began "I know what we said last night but … I don't want to remember this as Anthony and Ingrid. This is … was … us." He nodded letting her know he understood. "But you're right! What happened at camp, stays at camp."
She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. "Thank you," she whispered.
He watched her. She was the most incredible and alluring woman he had ever met.
"Angela. You are a very … and I mean very attractive woman." Angela took in a sharp breath. Of all the things she had expected him to say - this was not one of them. Now don't get me wrong, I always kinda thought you had a wild side, well with the whole Grant on kitchen floor thing and everything," he teased. "… not that I ever thought about you and your wild side" he backpedaled "… okay I think we can cut the crap, of course I thought about it and I just wanna say that … for what it's worth, you really surprised me last night …" her eyes grew wide, "and in a good way … a very good way" he looked her up and down and she gave him a stern look. "Ay oh, oh ay, we are still within the vault that is this motel room." He defended.
She smiled at him and then slowly shook her head.
"Are you done?" she asked.
"Angela, under any other circumstances there is no way that I would ever be done with any of what happened in this room." His honesty shocked her. "But …" he added "given our circumstances, then yes … sadly, I am done."
A moment of silence fell between them.
"I think we should head back to camp," Angela finally suggested "Mother and the kids must be worried sick about us."
Tony grabbed his shoes and put them on. He made his way to the door of the motel room, but instead of opening he turned to Angela and smirked as he looked her up and down.
"Tony …" she whined.
Tony smiled. "Just taking it all in one last time, let me have this." He chuckled … "It was kinda nice though, wasn't it?" he asked her sincerely now.
She met his gaze and smiled. "The best."
"Okay … okay," he opened the door and placed his hand on the small of her back guiding her through it. Tony couldn't help but to note the symbolism in the moment as he watched it slide off when she crossed the threshold.
"Hey Ange" he called out after her and she turned to face him. "That whole me walking in on you coming out of the bathtub thing … we can put that to rest now yeah?" Angela's jaw slackened in amusement and she smiled …
They made their way back to camp and into the arms of Mona and Samantha who had been anxiously awaiting their safe arrival.
"Alright … what have you two been up to?" a curious Mona asked almost immediately.
"Oh … well … T … Tony carved the name of the girl that he kissed at kissing rock and so we went there." Her voice raspy for a night of little sleep and a lot of well …
"Yeah" Tony added in agreement.
"Annnnnd … was it you two?" Mona looked to her daughter for an answer.
Tony proceeded to tell them that it was him … and a girl named Ingrid.
"Right Angela?" He looked her in the eyes and she smiled.
"Right Tony" she confirmed.
There was no fooling Mona. She knew she wasn't getting the full story and she said as much. But with Samantha standing next to her this wasn't the time or the place for further questioning and she knew she wasn't going to be able to get the truth out of them. But she was quite confident that her suspicions were accurate. They always were. She took Samantha back into the cabin to pack up and get ready to go, leaving Tony and Angela alone, both relieved that they had, at least for now, averted any questioning from her mother.
"Well," Angela said, her hands in her hair, "that was … some night."
"Yeah it was," Tony smiled thinking back "and I learned something very important about myself Angela, I'd o' made a great monk." He suggested thinking back to their conversation and all the times he'd had to resist Angela after seeing her naked and now again for having to keep up the charade after last night.
"The best," she said to him again.
"Thanks"
Tony's eyes looked away and he blushed.
"That's not all I learned, I learned something very important about you too."
Angela looked concerned when she asked "what's that" not sure she wanted to know what he was about to say. He'd already been pretty candid as they were leaving what else could he possibly have to say?
"You've got very warm toes" he said thinking back to his earlier musing about how he wished things could be different between them.
Angela took in a sharp breath on the one hand relieved by his response but on the other very uncomfortable as her body tingled all over remembering herself wrapped up in his arms and legs.
They joined Mona and Samantha in the cabin and helped them with their bags to the car. As they drove along the winding roads back to their home, Tony and Angela secretly wondered how long it would take before they both surrendered again.