Realizing just how close she was to Adrian, Angelina decided to lay on her back. It wasn't so much that she minded being close, but she minded her face being that close. Weird thoughts were dashing through her mind - all leading to the same outcome. An obsession was slowly coming over Angelina to do something she would not normally - or ever - do. She suddenly wanted to kiss Adrian. Not so much to see what the fuss was about, but because she genuinely wanted to. An increasing attraction was pulsating through her. For now, Ange hoped that turning her body away from him would curb the desire.
Feeling her heart rate quicken at the thought of Adrian sleeping with someone else, Angelina tried to breathe a little deeper. What did she care if he slept around? Balling her hands, Ange grabbed fistfuls of sand, and found that slightly effective at calming her down. "Alright, fine. If you can guess, I'll tell you. Your first clue, is that he is rather similar to my legal husband." Flashing a grin at the sky, Angelina briefly recalled her affair with Fred. It had been brilliant. Though thinking about it was beginning to make her hungrier for another.
Turning her head to face Adrian once again, Angelina studied his face. What was the worst that could happen if she jumped on top of him right now? At the moment, Ange couldn't think of anything bad. Every outcome seemed to be better than the last. In a flash, Angelina had pushed her body off the sand and her side pressed against Adrian. Without thinking or caring, Angelina lowered her face closer to his. "But does it really matter who I've slept with in my past," she whispered, "or should we not be caring about who I'm going to shag in my future?" Her lips were dangerously close to Adrian's now, yet Angelina had no intentions of moving away.