closed the door. She stared at it for a long time before turning to look at the unlocked latch. It was a padlock type, the kind that you had to have a lock and key to lock it. It wasn’t an accident. He was telling her plainly to go.
She bit her lip and groaned as she let her mind run wild with ideas of her creeping through the trees a night, Roger being beaten to a pu lp or worse for letting her go.
It didn't take much of that vision in her head - his lip bleeding, his mouth open in silent scream - to know what her answer was going to be.
She practically ran to his bedroom door, but slowed as she eased it open. He was on his side, facing away from her with his shoes still on. She kicked off her shoes, crawled onto the bed and put her arms around him from behind. She didn't know if he was asleep or not, but it didn't matter. She pressed close, actually loving the feel of his heartbeat through his shirt. She drifted off to sleep feeling happier than she had in a long, long time.
* * *
When she woke it wasn't a back, but a large chest she was snuggled into. She peeked up to find him watching her with a look she'd never seen on him before. She smiled and shrugged. His arm around her pulled her closer and he pressed his lips to her hair. The other hand moved to rest on her cheek and neck. Amy didn’t know how long they stayed that way, but she found herself smiling the whole time.
When she woke again, she was alone. She hurried from the bed and ran into the other room to find him going over some papers at the table. "Hey," he said with a smile.
"Hey," she answered almost out of breath. "Did you sleep all right?"
"Yeah, I kinda did," he said with a small smirk. "Thanks. Coffee's in the pot."
She nodded. She had no idea what any of this meant, but she was glad that he seemed to be in brighter spirits. She, however, felt like crap. She licked her too dr y lips, grabbed a cup of coffee and then turned on the radio. Toby Keith's Beer For My Horses was playing and she laughed. "Is this ok?" she asked him.
" Mhhmm ," he mumbled around his sip of coffee and then smiled. "You can do anything you want to around here, Amy. What's mine is yours."
"Great," she said softly. "Thank you."
" No, thank you ," he replied sincerely. He stood and leaned his hip against the table edge. "How about we blow off work today, hmm?"
"That's fine. Great actually." She licked her lips once more. "I'm…feeling strange."
"Strange how?" he asked concerned. He went to stand in f ront of her with swift steps. "Are y ou all right? What's going on?"
"Just sick, maybe. I don't know."
"Well sit down," he said and took her arm to move her there. She almost laughed at his sudden concern. He felt her forehead. "You do feel a little warm. Let me see if I can find a thermometer."
Now she did laugh. "I am not five years old. I don't need a thermometer."
He grinned. "All right, fine. Let me at least get you a glass of juice." He took the coffee from the table and came back with a big glass of orange juice. "There. Now why don't you sit over here and we'll watch a movie or something."
"Actually," she said and took a gulp of the juice to appease him, "can we go for a ride?"
His brow creased in confusion, but then his face lit with a grin. "I can see right now that convertible is the only reason you stick around."
She laughed. "You caught me."
He held his hand out for her and she took is gladly. He grabbed his keys from the table where they'd been left all night in plain view and guided her to the car. He opened her door, set her inside and hopped over the door side to land in his seat. He put his sunglasses on and they were on their way.
The sun was bright and warm so she leaned her head back to just enjoy it. He reached over and took her hand, resting their entwined hands on her thigh. She didn't look up, but she smiled.
When it was lunch time he pulled into a little drive-thru deli shop. Amy, truthfully, was almost asleep. He t ook the food and
She bit her lip and groaned as she let her mind run wild with ideas of her creeping through the trees a night, Roger being beaten to a pu lp or worse for letting her go.
It didn't take much of that vision in her head - his lip bleeding, his mouth open in silent scream - to know what her answer was going to be.
She practically ran to his bedroom door, but slowed as she eased it open. He was on his side, facing away from her with his shoes still on. She kicked off her shoes, crawled onto the bed and put her arms around him from behind. She didn't know if he was asleep or not, but it didn't matter. She pressed close, actually loving the feel of his heartbeat through his shirt. She drifted off to sleep feeling happier than she had in a long, long time.
* * *
When she woke it wasn't a back, but a large chest she was snuggled into. She peeked up to find him watching her with a look she'd never seen on him before. She smiled and shrugged. His arm around her pulled her closer and he pressed his lips to her hair. The other hand moved to rest on her cheek and neck. Amy didn’t know how long they stayed that way, but she found herself smiling the whole time.
When she woke again, she was alone. She hurried from the bed and ran into the other room to find him going over some papers at the table. "Hey," he said with a smile.
"Hey," she answered almost out of breath. "Did you sleep all right?"
"Yeah, I kinda did," he said with a small smirk. "Thanks. Coffee's in the pot."
She nodded. She had no idea what any of this meant, but she was glad that he seemed to be in brighter spirits. She, however, felt like crap. She licked her too dr y lips, grabbed a cup of coffee and then turned on the radio. Toby Keith's Beer For My Horses was playing and she laughed. "Is this ok?" she asked him.
" Mhhmm ," he mumbled around his sip of coffee and then smiled. "You can do anything you want to around here, Amy. What's mine is yours."
"Great," she said softly. "Thank you."
" No, thank you ," he replied sincerely. He stood and leaned his hip against the table edge. "How about we blow off work today, hmm?"
"That's fine. Great actually." She licked her lips once more. "I'm…feeling strange."
"Strange how?" he asked concerned. He went to stand in f ront of her with swift steps. "Are y ou all right? What's going on?"
"Just sick, maybe. I don't know."
"Well sit down," he said and took her arm to move her there. She almost laughed at his sudden concern. He felt her forehead. "You do feel a little warm. Let me see if I can find a thermometer."
Now she did laugh. "I am not five years old. I don't need a thermometer."
He grinned. "All right, fine. Let me at least get you a glass of juice." He took the coffee from the table and came back with a big glass of orange juice. "There. Now why don't you sit over here and we'll watch a movie or something."
"Actually," she said and took a gulp of the juice to appease him, "can we go for a ride?"
His brow creased in confusion, but then his face lit with a grin. "I can see right now that convertible is the only reason you stick around."
She laughed. "You caught me."
He held his hand out for her and she took is gladly. He grabbed his keys from the table where they'd been left all night in plain view and guided her to the car. He opened her door, set her inside and hopped over the door side to land in his seat. He put his sunglasses on and they were on their way.
The sun was bright and warm so she leaned her head back to just enjoy it. He reached over and took her hand, resting their entwined hands on her thigh. She didn't look up, but she smiled.
When it was lunch time he pulled into a little drive-thru deli shop. Amy, truthfully, was almost asleep. He t ook the food and
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