<div class="floatleft">(http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss199/dayoldhate20/icons/DD066.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Angel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Boarding the Jet<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Andrew<br/><hr/><br/>She smiled at him and then nodded.<br/><br/>"Deal. No alcohol. And that's a good idea for me as well, since I have a very low tolerance."<br/><br/>She chuckled and after finishing her champagne, refused another. When he leaned across her, she could feel her heart race from his hand on her thigh. Looking at him as he looked out the window, she laughed.<br/><br/>"Yes. I suppose that does look odd."<br/><br/>He seemed almost innocent in his ruminations about the plane, but his body and hand were definitely that of a man. On a lark, she rested her hand over his and moved it ever so slightly up and toward her inner thigh. Why had she worn jeans?