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Amelia's heels clicked along the street. The strap of her bag was starting to dig into her shoulder under the wait of its contents and she could feel herself slowly beginning to sag. There was a definite lean to her walk as the bag pulled one side of her body closer to the slabs of the sidewalk. Thank God she was almost at the house that Wes shared with his friends.
It was a warm day and her weights session with the bag had caused small beads of sweat to form on Amelia's forehead and arms. She could feel one slowly rolling down the side of one of her eyes and down her cheek. She wished she could wipe it away with her hands but they were already occupied with the case. Pleased that she had decided to wear a light, summery dress instead of jeans, she let out a sigh of relief as she spotted the chipped blue door of the house.
Dumping her heavy luggage on the doorstep, Amelia wiped the sweat from her dark skin and rummaged around in her purse for her key. Wes had made her the spare, without the landlord's knowledge, when he first moved in so that she could let herself, or Wes himself if he was drunk, whenever she came to visit him. She lived and worked back in their hometown. Everybody they knew had told them that once Wes left for university, their long distance relationships would never work and that they should save themselves the pain by breaking up before they were separated. They had proved the naysayers wrong and were past their two year anniversary post-separation.
Pushing open the door and practically dragging the bag after her, Amelia could hear laughter coming from the kitchen at the far end of the hallway. Typical, she thought to herself. The guys always hung out in the kitchen despite the fact that they had a perfectly good front room. There must have been something communal about it that appealed to them all. Or maybe it was just because it was where all the food was stored. She caught snippets of conversation as she abandon her luggage and began walking towards the kitchen door. It was all about the fancy dress party that they were all going to later that evening. The party was the reason that she had decided to come up and visit Wes this weekend in particular. Amelia was a sucker for fancy dress parties and Wes was a sucker for her in fancy dress costumes. Perfect.
Opening the door tentatively like someone who was intruding on another group's property, which she technically was, she looked around the room. The guys were all spread around. Owen was directly across the room from her, Gary was at the stove heating up some soup and Freddie was repeatedly throwing a baseball up into the air and catching it. They all saw her head poking through the door frame immediately and all smiled. The only person who hadn't spotted her was Wes who was sat at the table with his back to her. Putting a finger to her lips and creeping forwards, she snuck into the room and up behind his chair. Wrapping her arms around him she covered his eyes with her hands before leaning in and placing her mouth next to one of his ears.
"Guess who." She whispered in a low and sultry voice.
It was a warm day and her weights session with the bag had caused small beads of sweat to form on Amelia's forehead and arms. She could feel one slowly rolling down the side of one of her eyes and down her cheek. She wished she could wipe it away with her hands but they were already occupied with the case. Pleased that she had decided to wear a light, summery dress instead of jeans, she let out a sigh of relief as she spotted the chipped blue door of the house.
Dumping her heavy luggage on the doorstep, Amelia wiped the sweat from her dark skin and rummaged around in her purse for her key. Wes had made her the spare, without the landlord's knowledge, when he first moved in so that she could let herself, or Wes himself if he was drunk, whenever she came to visit him. She lived and worked back in their hometown. Everybody they knew had told them that once Wes left for university, their long distance relationships would never work and that they should save themselves the pain by breaking up before they were separated. They had proved the naysayers wrong and were past their two year anniversary post-separation.
Pushing open the door and practically dragging the bag after her, Amelia could hear laughter coming from the kitchen at the far end of the hallway. Typical, she thought to herself. The guys always hung out in the kitchen despite the fact that they had a perfectly good front room. There must have been something communal about it that appealed to them all. Or maybe it was just because it was where all the food was stored. She caught snippets of conversation as she abandon her luggage and began walking towards the kitchen door. It was all about the fancy dress party that they were all going to later that evening. The party was the reason that she had decided to come up and visit Wes this weekend in particular. Amelia was a sucker for fancy dress parties and Wes was a sucker for her in fancy dress costumes. Perfect.
Opening the door tentatively like someone who was intruding on another group's property, which she technically was, she looked around the room. The guys were all spread around. Owen was directly across the room from her, Gary was at the stove heating up some soup and Freddie was repeatedly throwing a baseball up into the air and catching it. They all saw her head poking through the door frame immediately and all smiled. The only person who hadn't spotted her was Wes who was sat at the table with his back to her. Putting a finger to her lips and creeping forwards, she snuck into the room and up behind his chair. Wrapping her arms around him she covered his eyes with her hands before leaning in and placing her mouth next to one of his ears.
"Guess who." She whispered in a low and sultry voice.