Angelina absentmindedly played with her fingers, applying pressure with each one at a time. Quickly shifting herself, Ang sat up a bit, coming up to George's level instead of leaning on him. Her eyes refused to stay still, and they wandered from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest to his pants, and then all the way back up again. Her thoughts were quickly consumed of lust, and her heart was racing. Should she be thinking like this? Her girlfriends said no, but no one else seemed to have a problem with it. Clearly the billywigs thought it was a good idea. Lifting her hand, Angelina placed it on George's cheek. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. "I've missed you too, but not as much as I've missed this," she said in a whisper. And so, without thinking too much, Angelina pressed her lips to George's and tried to forget all the conflicting thoughts and ideas in her head. Dammit, it felt right, why should she care what everyone else thought?