𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 |¦| Freddy Carter

_𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 -𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽_

The gentleman didn't trash the kitchen that night as far as Amy was aware. And the ladies had a brilliant time down in the jacuzzi drinking wine, using facemasks and simply talking.

When Amy returned back to the hotel to Freddy she had her clothes folded up in her hands, towel in her hair and robe around her to cover the bikini and she made the walk back. She unlocked the door and walked in to be greated by a shirtless Freddy reading a book on the bed with no covers on.

"You feeling alright?" Amy asked as she took her shoes off, "not like you to chill in the open without a shirt on - usually complain about freezing to death."

Freddy shrugged as he put the book down, "had a shower, ended up being warm."

"Fair enough."

"You complaining?"

Amy scoffed as she put her clothes in the washing basket, "please would I ever complain about that view."

Freddy rolled his eyes playfully with a smirk.

Amy unwrapped her hair from the towel and gave it another rub before putting that in the basket too. "Time is it?" She asked as she untied the robe, "phone's dead."

"Half nine."

"Already?"

"Sure seems that way."

"Shit as if," Amy completely took off the robe and walked into the bathroom to hang it up on the back of the door. "I need to be up early tomorrow." She could feel Freddy's gaze following her, she turned her head towards him and winked as she stood out her tounge.

"You know, using your eyes to do what only your hands are capable of won't make your dreams a reality, love."

Freddy raised an eyebrow, "what?"

Amy leaned against the wall, facing him, "I see you undressing me with your eyes."

Freddy scoffed to hide the warmth circulating on his cheeks, "would I ever?"

"Yes, you would."

"Maybe, but is it a crime?"

"I suppose not."

"See."

Freddy sat up against the headboard properly as Amy pushed off the wall gently. She walked over the bed to retrieve the t-shirt and shorts she wore last night, leaning over Freddy to get them rather than walking around the bed. Freddy felt the butterflies in his stomach and his breath hold as he stared at her.

She smirked, "aw do I make you nervous?"

Freddy scoffed, "no."

"Yes I do."

"No, you really don't."

Amy stood up straight next to him before sitting in his lap, he then comfortably rested his hands on her skin - one on her hip and the other on her leg.

"See, not nervous."

Amy shrugged before she moved to straddle him, she heard him gulp as his breath grew shallow and shake every few breaths.

"You're definitely nervous, sweetheart, just admit it." She whispered into his neck, "I make you nervous."

Freddy caved, a smirk on his lips, "you do more that just that to me I'm afraid."

Amy moved slightly to hang her arms over Freddy's shoulders as her head rested on one of her arms, this caused Freddy to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer.

There was a persistent knock on the door so Amy unravelled herself from Freddy. "Someone's probably forgot something," he said as he got up and headed for the living room.