[He's kind of getting used to the feeling. Used to it enough that he doesn't pull away or tense up, at least. And he can't say he exactly dislikes it, he just doesn't know quite what to expect. Still, he'll let her keep going. As long as she takes things slowly, he's pretty sure he can handle just about anything -- he's always been up for adventure, after all.]
[She keeps her fingers right there, waiting until instinct tells her it's the right moment to start rubbing small circles with her fingers. But soon there's the uncomfortable drag of skin against skin and Angela pulls away from him to dig around in her nightstand.]
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Hold on a minute, okay?