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[Angela shrugs to that. Whatever. It's not the first time she took the lead. Hell, some of the guys she's been with actually liked that. Rising just a little to press her lips against his, she continues down his jawline, leaving a trail of lip gloss prints in her wake as she popped those little annoying shirt buttons of his.]

I don't know what it is...

[She pauses because what doesn't she know? It's not as clear to her as it should be. Way in the back of her head, there's a little voice screaming bloody murder about red flag, but through the haze of the curse, Angela's consciousness can't hear it. Or maybe it's ignoring it. Her brain says no, but her body is definitely saying yes.]

I don't think I can wait much longer.