Angelina couldn't help but feeling naughty and like she'd just won some contest. The fact that it had been Adrian ripping off their clothes completely. She wasn't about to say anything to tease him though. He was right - she wanted this, and she wanted it bad. And if there was anyone better than Adrian to live in the moment with, Angelina didn't know who it was. With him, Angelina could forget about her past. In fact, she could crush it. Ange had began taking steps to move forwards in a new direction - but sleeping with Adrian Pucey? If that didn't scream 'Fuck you', nothing would. She couldn't help but feel smug about that, knowing that within seconds Angelina would become entirely different. She was treading on brand new territory, and that excited her. It excited her in a way that whatever was possession her right now how no control over. Even if she woke in the morning with no desire for Adrian, she would still be excited about turning a new leaf.
Letting herself fall into a rhythm with Adrian, Angelina couldn't think of anything else but the now. Damn him for being so damn good, so much better than anything she could remember. Their affair came with a mix of groans and screams of pleasure from Angelina. As much as she may hate herself for letting Adrian know just how well he'd done, she couldn't lie. Alicia would know soon enough that Adrian was good in bed, and before long the entire island would know they'd slept together. And what did it matter? Adrian was a bit of a prat, but he wasn't nasty. He was playful and rather harmless in most cases. Maybe Ange had been wrong about him.
Out of breath, Angelina rolled over onto the sand beside Adrian. Their arms were touching, but she wasn't expecting to cuddle. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted that anyways. Turning her head towards him, Angelina studied him curiously. Everyone had a story - did she know his? Had she ever bothered to ask? No. Why would she? He'd never given her a reason to think him any less than an asshole. But she'd never given him much of a chance, had she? Biting her lip, Angelina looked back up towards the sky. "So Adrian, what's your baggage been like? What's your story the island's trying to teach you?" A question Angelina normally would have never asked, but she wanted to know. Desperately.