"What?" he demanded.
"If you...take yourself in…" Face a furious red, Angela indicated the bed, "It will go away once you..." She wouldn't meet his eyes.
Marc no longer felt the cold or heard the wind. "Next!"
"Let it wear off."
Marc stifled a curse, shifting again. "There's gotta be something else."
"I'm sorry, there isn't."
The tension in the room only continued to grow. After five minutes of watching him squirm (and feeling her own hormones responding), Angela stood up.
"I'm gonna step out in the hall for a few minutes, have a smoke," she stated, waving off his protests. "I'll take Dog. You... handle things."
"Stay?"
Angela froze at the blatant need in his rough voice, looking at him. "While you…?"
Marc looked down, surprisingly embarrassed, and heard himself beg. "Please." He'd never been so hard in his life, not even during their time together all those years ago.
His voice was gruff with embarrassment, and Angela was surprised to find herself considering it, woman's body long denied any real pleasure. "I couldn't..."
"I'll stay right here. I won't move from this spot," he pleaded.
Angela knew she should go before things went any farther, but the heat between them was pulling, stronger than the fear for a change, and she hesitated, torn. He'd made her feel so alive when they were young! Memories, old and powerful, swirled through the drafty room.
"I can't," he groaned as their lips met again, "I'm sorry."
The beautiful girl shifted restlessly under him, body begging for his touch. "But I want you to!" she complained
The boy held himself in place only by a hair. They'd never gone this far before, and the hormones were in control of her mind. She was too young, forbidden…
When she slid a hand between them, he sucked in a harsh breath. "I can't do..."
"Sshhhh..." her hand closed over him, stealing his voice, and he bucked in her grip as she stroked.
Struggling to think, he let her slide his tense hand under her skirt.
"Love me, Brady," she moaned against his mouth, "as much as you can."
Tortured will crumbling, he did just that.
"One of my favorite memories of us."
Angie flushed at his words. The time after that, they'd gone as far as they could. There hadn't been any holding back.