Adrianno lay in bed that night, wondering a lot of things. He couldn't sleep again, which was nothing new. He wanted to go into Angela and apologize. Actually, he thought, he didn't want to apologize, he wanted to do it again. He remembered her lips on his, her hands in his hair, the feel of her in his lap. He remembered how she had responded quickly; she had kissed him back hadn't she? It felt like she wanted to kiss him too, but the look on her face afterwards had shown otherwise. He didn't want her to feel awkward around him, so an apology was definitely was necessary, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do right now.
And so, that night, the two lay awake wondering what they were to do about what happened in the living room. Both wondered why they couldn't get the ot
