Judith took a deep breath, then another. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done anything before, so why the f**k was she nervous? Why did it feel like, after that kiss, something had shifted between them? Not that she didn’t like it, she just couldn’t quite figure out what it was, and that made things hard for her. She didn’t like feeling like she didn’t know something.
“Why are you thinking?” Judith turned her gaze to the doorway, seeing Angel there in nothing but his shorts. When had he shed his shirt? Not that she cared. She took him in, a smile once more on her lips. She wasn’t sure how she got the lucky card in having his interest, but she wasn’t going to question it, not anymore.
“I’m not thinking,” she lied, and he shook his head as he strolled to the bed. He sat next to her, can in hand
