It almost shocked Angelina she had something so personal in common with Adrian. She rarely spoke of her family at school, and assumed he'd done the same. Ange wouldn't have minded talking about her father, but with one came the other, and Angelina had grown to pretending her mother didn't exist. Which wasn't hard, because her mother liked to pretend Angelina didn't exist. She merely rose an eyebrow at the quote. Neither she or he needed to get any deeper into their family issues. Angelina wasn't qualified to solve his, nor he hers. She'd come a long way to forget about her mother, so she suspected he'd done the same.
Feeling the fingers on her stomach, Angelina almost missed what Adrian said next. Almost. She didn't because the words hit her so hard she almost forgot to breathe. He was talking about George, and he wasn't using it against her. Turning her head, Angelina watched as he started moving his arm, and the ripples of his muscles. "Thanks," she said quietly. Adrian Pucey was the last person Ange expected to make her feel better about George, but here they were. "A month ago I would have said you were an asshole, now I know better," she admitted. Marriage had been a mistake, at least in this case. And it had hurt her so bad, Angelina sure as hell wasn't rushing into any relationships anytime soon.
"You don't know the circumstances," Angelina said softly. She knew it didn't make anything better, it didn't change the inevitable fact, but she had to say it. For a moment she paused - the way he said her name, her full and first name, was tantalizing. She could listen to him say it all day. "You're frightened of failing," she said, finally putting everything together. It was so simple Angelina was shocked she'd never seen it before. It also explained a lot about him, a lot more than Ange had ever intended to learn. She felt something inside her pitying him. Being afraid of failing had never been something Ange dealt with - failing itself she'd dealt plenty with.
But then he was on top of her and distracting her. She could barely pay attention to what he was saying. Her back arched and her hands came up to his back. "Love," she answered simply before digging her fingers into his skin once again. "It's a bitch, but when you have it -" Angelina had to pause to catch her breath. How the hell was he doing this to her? "It's magical. That's why everyone goes bananas for it." Angelina's hands came to rest on his hips. Moving her lips close to his face, Ange did her best to regulate her breathing. Which was proving to be one hell of a task right now. "Love me," she begged, suddenly needing to feel him on top of and inside her again.