How To Get Over A Man

8: BAD NEWS.

Amelia's core clenched drawing her knees up to herself as she laid on one side of her body. Eyes closed.

"Mmmmm..." A moan escaped her lips, rich and guttural in response to the warmth that closed in on her bare back.

Him.

The feeling of his solid chest teased her as he leaned in to kiss her shoulder softly. As soft and hot as the path his fingers traced, travelling up her hips.

She wanted more. Her body wanted more and with another breathy moan, she arched her back onto him. Wetness beaded between her legs and when his fingers seeked entrance at her inner thighs, she willing parted her legs open.

"Kamari..."

Her eyes flung open with a start, staring wide-eyed at the shadowy darkness. Her breaths were heavy and her chest suddenly felt tight. Like her chemise was too tight for her boobs. A bead of perspiration trickled down her forehead. Her mouth was as dry as the Nubian desert.

She found the outline of the lampshade using the faint light that seeped in through her window from outside.

Why is it so hot in here? Amelia squinted at the brown light that rushed at her at the flicker of the bedside lamp switch.

Next, she got out of the bed and turned on the main light that flooded the whole room with its bright white light. The AC was on yet her forehead and chest were damp with sweat.

Her eyes caught the imprint left by her body on the bed. She remembered curling up in desirous response to Kamari's deft fingers. Hell! She had even moaned out his name.

Unbelievable! Amelia scoffed and flexed her shoulders. It didn't help with the sudden fullness. Out of curiosity, she walked across the chocolate faux rug spread across her bedroom floor to her vanity where a large oral mirror was hung. She wanted to deny it but she couldn't. Both side profile and front profile screamed her turned-on state shamelessly as her swollen buds pressed against the wine silk material.

He had only touched her sprained ankle and here she was, being tormented by it.

Aaargh.

She groaned inwardly and turned away from the mirror, trying her best to ignore the slickness in between her legs as she walked out of her bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen to get herself a tall glass of water.

On a second thought, she brewed herself a cup of coffee deciding to do some work since she was up and bothered. It's four which is only an hour away from her regular wake-up time. There was no point going back to bed.

A robe wrapped around her body, a pair of fluffy slip-ons and a cup of coffee in hand, Amelia settled into her study and in front of her laptop. She pulled out her pad and stylus pen and opened up an unfinished sketch. On her laptop screen was her source of inspiration from which she wanted to draw out her new collection from. After a long sip of her coffee, she wiggled her pen in between her fingers, stared at her laptop screen and got to work.

It wasn't until her phone rang to life out of the blue that she heard the bright chirpings of the birds she was certain had made a home in the tree close to her room. Despite that her room was on the other side of the house, the birds' habitual light-hearted conversation somehow carried itself all the way to her study. She didn't want to be a part of it but she didn't exactly have a choice.

"I'll definitely cut down that tree. When I have time," she muttered, reaching for her phone at the same time.

"6a.m shoot!" Amelia practically jumped out of her chair, hurriedly shutting down her laptop, her tab and setting all the stuff she used while working back to their rightful places before running up to her room. In five minutes, she's out of her chemise and in a matching deep blue gym outfit. She made her way to the left wing of the house on the same floor as her bedroom to a section that held a couple of gym equipments. She planned to run the treadmill for half an hour before hopping into the shower and getting ready for the office. As for breakfast...