Johnson. Fuck, the way his voice sounded when he said her last name made her heart skip a beat and her breath catch in her chest. It was... oddly a turn on, to say the least. Too much of one and she had to talk herself down from it by thinking about entirely non sexy things. A bowl of cereal. A hammer. Adrian shirtless. God dammit, Angelina. Alright, she was officially really bad at this. Instead she smiled to herself, bringing her arm that was draped across his midsection to her mouth so she could bite down on a thumbnail for a moment, giving herself something else to do and think about besides the millions of inappropriate things running through her mind. She was very lucky in that moment that with how she was positioned, he couldn't quite see her face. Angie had a feeling it would have totally given her away or something.
Instead she focused on his words, what he had told her. "Frankenstein, huh? Shelly... right? Don't remember her first name. I've never read it either but you should tell me how it is. Maybe I'll actually think about reading it or something. We can start a book club," she teased softly.
And then... dear lord she wanted to melt into him when his hand went to her back. No, she was not a cat, she would not purr, though somewhere in the back of her mind she thought about it for a split second. It was such a simple gesture really, but it still was comforting and sent chills up her spine, causing goosebumps to break out along her arms as she pressed closer to him.
"It is, isn't it?" she replied to him, not even knowing he hadn't meant to say it until she heard his small laugh. And even then, it barely registered as something odd to say. It just felt normal. Right. "That feels good," she said quietly, matching his own tone of voice, her fingers gripping the edge of his shirt in her fingers in just the slightest. "I like this a lot," she admitted to him then, leaning up in just the slightest to press a short, soft kiss to his jaw, biting her lower lip as she pulled away and smiled up at him, eyes shining with adoration and like and maybe even a little lust but she tried to push that one down.
"Goodnight, Adrian," she said then, settling back down next to him, her head returning to it's position on his chest as she closed her eyes. Angie hadn't felt so incredibly relaxed in a long, long time. It didn't take much for her breathing to even out, slow down, and before she really knew it she was asleep.