A Silhouette and Maybe More

Morning Duties

A minute of emotional hugging passed he finally pulled away but kept me close.

"You just remind me of her so much. Her beauty, her eyes, her shy personality, everything."

He gently stroked my cheek as he continued to mention all the specific details of how I reminded him of Angela. I didn't know whether to feel a little disappointed that the only reason he liked me is because I reminded of someone else, not liking me for me, I just had the similarities of some junkie ex.

"But yet you're so different." He said examining each of my facial features, especially my lips. Once again, I was quick to judge. My breathing intensified, I had never been comfortable around boys, hence why I've been depressingly single for the past 6 years. Dan made my heart beat harder, my muscles tense, my words stuttered and mumbled, I was just in no state of being in front of him right now but I couldn't drive myself away. I wasn't sure whether the effect he had on me was the same effect I had on him, I was desperate find out.

"Have you ever loved someone you know you shouldn't?" He asked, taking my chin within his grasp.

"I have now."

He went back to staring at my lips, intensely bringing his head closer to mine, closing the gap between us then finally, our lips interlocked. At first he was subtle, gliding his tongue along the edge of my bottom lip until I increased the intensity of kiss to which he replied the same, his hands subconsciously gripping my waist and pushing me back until I was sandwiched between the wall and Dan.

I was getting too carried away with this, I needed to stop. Stop Amelia, stop. Now. Stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about who you're doing it with. This is so wrong...but it feels so right. I had eventually won myself over, convinced that I had fallen for Dan. The way he sends chills up my body whenever contact is made makes me want him more and more. Our tongues were battling for territory. It's made me realised how much I've craved for something like this and after so long. Although we weren't exactly on the greatest of terms it seemed acceptable, I had known him long enough and I've had an insight of his past, it's not like going out at night and kissing the first man I saw, but then again, I am kissing my kidnapper.

We pulled apart, staring at one another with desire. That's when I saw that familiar look, the way he looked at me was identical to way he looked at Angela in that photo, and I couldn't help to notice the way I held my hands behind his neck, mirroring Angela. Everything I seemed to be and do related to her.

I was still pressed up against the wall waiting for something eventful to happen. He then sighed taking a strand of my hair and neatly tucking it behind my ear.

"I'm heading to bed and you should too, it's late." He advised, I replied by nodding my head still processing what had just happened. I followed him up the stairs until we separated going into our rooms but not before sharing one last moment of eye contact.

"Good night Amelia." He whispered, smiling.

"Good night Dan."

That night I fell asleep with a smile plastered on my face and my feelings swirling into one big tornado of happiness.

I forced myself to open my eyes, waking up to a brand new day. I seemed to be in a lighter mood than usual, probably because of last nights events. I bit my lip in anticipation of seeing Dan, but there was something in the back of my mind telling me that he was going to different, telling me that things weren't going to be the same, whether it would be a good thing or a bad thing I didn't know.

My stomach grumbled loudly, I never had anything to eat last night despite the fact that Dan had gone out to get food. Nothing that a slice of toast won't fix. I opened my door to see Dan's still closed, he must still be asleep I thought. As quietly as I could (which was almost impossible) I made my way down the stairs and into the naturally lit kitchen. The bag of shopping rested on the chair infront of me, I found the bread along other things like tea bags and milk, perfect. I hope Dan doesn't mind making myself a small cup of tea, that is, if I find a cup that's clean enough. Judging by the cleanliness of plates and cups Dan wasn't a big fan of doing the dishes. Well, I guess that's what I'm here for. Once I had my miniature breakfast I took everything out of his cupboards placing them onto either the counter or the table. Every pile of plates that I took out was another 10 minutes worth of washing. I filled the basin with warm soapy water and dunked about 2 full piles of plates in.

I spent an hours worth of washing and Dan still wasn't up yet, so until he got up I cleaned worktops, sorted out cutlery and swept the floor. Done. I stood at the doorway inspecting the kitchen proud of the work and effort I put into it and it looked so much better if I do say so myself. Just as I finished Dan trotted down the stairs still half asleep and yawning. I grabbed my mug of tea and timidly sat at the kitchen table worried that he might flip since I completely changed the place. He walked in but immediately stopped, noticing something different about the place, he knew but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"What have you done?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes squinted while he rubbed his fingers across the dust-free worktops. A smile appeared upon my face, he still doesn't know.

"I just cleaned up little bit that's all."

This was it, the moment of truth, it could go horribly wrong or perfectly right. I waited what seemed a lifetime for him to reply. He stared at my nervous face before slyly smirking.

"I like it." He finally said. Thank god.