Agent With a Shotgun

Twelve

Amelia woke up with a crick in her neck. She had fallen asleep against the door last night still in her jeans and long sleeve shirt. She brought a hand up her to face and felt the dried up tears on her cheeks, the memories of last night coming back to her. Crying on the floor for hours until she cried herself to sleep.

Sighing deeply, she pulled herself off the floor and opened her bag. She pulled out another pair of dark jeans and a black tank top to go along with it. She also pulled out her toiletry bag so she could shower quickly, seeing as she didn't have time to take one yesterday.

Making her way to connected en-suite, she flipped the light switch on and pulled the shower door open. While waiting for the water to warm up, she stripped out of her clothes and placed them on the floor in a pile where she could grab it once she was finished. Once the water was warm enough to her liking, she stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed behind her.

She washed her hair with the small travel bottle of shampoo she keeps in her toiletries bag before washing the rest of her body with a bath and body works body wash. Once fully washed, she stood under the water awhile longer. The feeling of the hot water against her skin was enough to make her forget all about last night and the breakdown she had.

Her skin began to turn red the longer she stood under the water, the bathroom almost completely fogged up from the steam of the shower. She stood under the water for a few minutes longer before finally turning the water off and stepping out. Thankfully there were towels already hanging up in the bathroom so she didn't have to go searching for any, that would be a little awkward in case Colton came to wake her up.

She dried her body off before wrapping her hair in the same towel, seeing as there was actually only one towel. Once she felt like she was dry enough to put her clothes on she reached to grab the clothes pulled from her bag when she woke up.

Pulling on her underwear and jeans, she had only put on her bra before taking her hair down to attempt and dry it a little more before putting on her tank top. She was standing in front of the mirror while rubbing her hair with the towel when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Amelia?" Colton.

"Yea?" She called out, continuing to work on her hair.

"Are you decent enough to where I can open the door?" She looked at her reflection and eyed her black lacy bra she had packed that she was wearing that stood contrast to her skin. She should've said no and not allow him to see her without a shirt on but she found herself saying yes, warning him that she didn't have a shirt on yet but he could open the door.

The door opened and Colton stood in the doorway. He froze for a second as he saw her black bra staring back at him, his hand still on the doorknob. His face flushed as his eyes immediately locked with her chest, trailing down to her toned abdomen and back up.

Amelia raised an eyebrow at him when she saw his flushed face, rolling her eyes before turning back to her reflection, "It's rude to stare." That snapped Colton out of his trance.

"Right, sorry," Colton mumbled, shaking his head with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay and up for today. You know, going out to look for leads in the city." Amelia turned to look at him questionably, going to ask what he meant before she understood. He heard her last night.

She chose to act as if it didn't happen though, "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Just give me a few more minutes to finish my hair and I'll meet you by the couch."

Colton wasn't so sure about that though, "Are you sure? Because I can go by myself today and talk to the owners in the area and then we both can go back another day if you'd like that bet-"