[Angela has zero clue about Derek's inner turmoil, just like he has no idea about hers, the one she's kept secret since day one in Eudio, the one she fucks as hard as she can to forget. Has it worked? Mostly. It's quite difficult to consider how your last official relationship dissolved when another man is drilling the absolute life out of you.
The tables have turned and Angela's the one left a wreck on the bed. Her hair is all over the place, sticking to every bit of wet skin it comes into contact with, and it takes her a moment to pull her brain back together from the mush Derek left it in to turn her head and give him a crooked grin.]
Are we still counting?
[Oh, if he thought four was enough, he's got the wrong girl.]
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The tables have turned and Angela's the one left a wreck on the bed. Her hair is all over the place, sticking to every bit of wet skin it comes into contact with, and it takes her a moment to pull her brain back together from the mush Derek left it in to turn her head and give him a crooked grin.]
Are we still counting?
[Oh, if he thought four was enough, he's got the wrong girl.]