So guys... I'm going to do it again. I'm going to make an excuse. I have managed to put down 650 words, but I spent most of my day in pain or in urgent care, and I'm exhausted. So I'm calling it. I'll try and give you more tomorrow, promise.
(Also, I'm okay, so don't worry about me dying before giving you the end of this story lol)
Amelia opened her eyes to a stark white ceiling. Crown molding edged walls that flushed a soft pink hue. After a moment of confusion, she remembered where she was.
Jack and Damien's place.
She'd woken early, the sun just barely peeking through the sheer curtains. Letting herself sink back into the plush mattress, Amelia took a minute to revel in the peaceful comfort that the room projected. Quiet noises came from the vicinity of the kitchen. Muscles creaking, she slid out from under the comforter and padded to the door. When she opened it and peeked around the corner of the hallway, she saw Jack in the kitchen.
A couple pans sat on the open flame of the gas stove, and he hummed as he dipped bread into a glass bowl of egg and milk and what looked to be cinnamon. He looked up and noticed her.
"Morning," he smiled, laying the bread in the pan. "Did you sleep alright?"
She nodded. "That bed is amazing. I really appreciate you guys letting me spend the night."
Jack smiled and turned to grab a bottle of cinnamon sugar. For the first time, she noticed that his plaid red and black pajama bottoms hung low on his hips, subtle lines of muscle leading out of the v and into his abs.
"Should I be jealous?"
Amelia jumped and spun to find Damien watching her with amusement.
"N-no--"
"It's not the poor girl's fault that my aura of masculinity is so enticing," Jack interjected with a smirk.
Amelia flushed. Damien just huffed a laugh as he moved around her to the other side of the kitchen, sneaking a quick pinch of his boyfriend's behind as he did so.
They shared a soft smile before Damien turned and told her, "You're welcome to sit anywhere, use the tv, whatever you'd like."
Her lips twitched in a smile. "Thanks." Unsure what she should do, she shuffled to the small couch that lined one of the large windows and curled up on it, trying to take up as little space as possible.
Even though she tried to give them privacy, her ears still caught snatches of soft conversation, and she saw a gentle morning kiss out of the corner of her eye.
She wanted that.
Her eyes slid shut as she leaned her head against the wall. Next thing she knew, Damien's hand was on her shoulder.
"Order up." He presented her with a plate filled with sausage and eggs and cinnamon French toast.
"Oh wow, thank you," she said, accepting the plate.
He just smiled, taking a seat on the other end of the couch. "Any plans for today?"
She shrugged, picking at her food. "I'm thinking of looking around for job applications. I need to start making some income again."
He nodded. "And?"
"And..." she trailed off. "I don't know. I've got some things to work out."
Damien bit into his sausage link. Chewing, he swallowed before saying, "I have a recommendation that you may or may not like, but I want to make it anyway."
She frowned, unsure. "Okay..."
"There's this group," he said. "It's a self-defense class. Specifically targeted toward victims of assault."
Amelia swallowed hard, her square of toast sticking in her throat. "Oh, I--I couldn't afford that right now."
He shook his head. "It's free. It's a non-profit group. They also offer counseling." Digging around in his pocket, he pulled out a sheet of paper. "Here's all the information about them, including their next meeting time. There's one this afternoon."
She took the paper. "I'm not sure this is--"
"Amelia, they really helped me."
Her eyes shot to him. Did he mean--
He took a deep breath. "This group--they're serious. They helped me reclaim my body and my confidence, and their counselors are well trained and actually care. I think this could be the right step for you."
She looked down at the paper. East Willow Drive, 3 pm. Without realizing it, her head nodded slowly.
The corners of Damien's lips raised, and they finished their breakfast in silence.
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Broken Submission
Romance"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir...
