For a moment, Angela was startled once again. Even Arthur didn't touch her like that anymore. She wasn't sure he ever had. Sure they had been really in love, acting like teenagers and everything. But this was completely different than that. This was something that sent a flush all over her flesh. Her body was responding to him without her permission. His hands barely touched her hips and she had unintentionally backed up against him.
"Adam..." There was an argument in Angela's voice... but it was weak. "I'm married." It was a fact, it wasn't a very good argument though. She was reacting to him. Actions spoke louder than words. And while she had never imagined herself going against the sanctity of her marriage, she couldn't deny the way that Adam made her feel. "We shouldn't..." Not she didn't want to, not stop, just the necessary disclaimer.
Angela didn't move. She didn't move away from him anyway. Her curves rolled against his grip on her. But she didn't close the fridge yet either. She seemed a little frozen in her place at the moment. She was afraid to move. Afraid that if she moved it would be toward him and not away from him. If she took that one little step, there was no turning back from it. If she gave even a little, she was going to give a lot.