Igloo
Early season seven, after Tony breaks up with Kathleen, but while Angela is still seeing Andy.
The wind whipped across the tundra, but Angela felt warm and comfortable, snuggled next to Tony in their igloo.
"Didn't I tell you moving to Iceland would be a great idea, Angela?" Tony said with his trademark cocky grin. "No one will bother us here." Her eyes sought the snow bricks that covered the walls in fascination. Would anyone believe that Angela could move to a place with no bubble bath, central heating, or even a place to keep her jaguar?
But she didn't care about that now. All she cared about was covering her Tony's body with kisses in their igloo.
Just as he was about to shower her with more kisses, Angela woke up alone.
She was in her own room in Fairfield, of course. And why did she dream of… that? Not only would she never leave America for that wilderness, but she didn't want Tony like that anymore. Things with Andy looked promising. He was handsome, he was a doctor, and he was even a good cook.
Ever since Tony had dated Kathleen, Angela couldn't trust him with her heart any longer. She wasn't even certain she wanted to try. They could stay friends; it was safer.
And yet Tony's dream kisses were amazing.