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amelinksbitch · 2 years

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She didn’t know how exactly they ended up here, but they definitely were here now.

There was a man lying beside her, an attractive man, a wonderful man who she knew wouldn’t do anything to harm her, a man who she knew was too good for her.

How she ended up here with him, she was a little fuzzy on.

There was a conference, and she ran into him at it. And, somewhere during the few days of the conference, he ended up in her hotel room. Naked. After fucking her brains out and leaving her speechless.

Maybe she didn’t want to remember how they got into this situation because then she would have to think about their relationship outside of this hotel room.

She nudged him, and he turned to face her with his eyebrows raised. She kissed him and straddled his body, not wanting to think about anything other than him.

For so long, she’d tried to maintain that image of the perfect mother, the perfect girlfriend, and hell, even the perfect wife because she was supposed to be with Owen, and she was supposed to be that person.

But now, she’s sitting on someone else’s lap, and he’s touching her just right as if he’s known her body forever. She doesn’t want to admit how good it feels.

Does it feel good to be with him, or just to be in this situation? She doesn’t know, and she doesn’t want to think about it. Because he’s here, and he’s about to fuck her like his life depends on it, and she couldn’t be more grateful for that.

It’s alternative pain relief; she thinks as he trails kisses down her body, paying attention to each and every curve of her figure and making her feel more seen than she’s felt in a long time. He tells her she’s beautiful, and she feels like she is.

Maybe part of her knows that there’s something more to this because any old hookup wouldn’t leave her feeling this way. And, she certainly wouldn’t agree to hook up with her coworker after such a messy relationship with a different coworker, if it was just that.

But that doesn’t matter right now because all she can see are the stars above her eyes, and she can’t make any noises other than the moans escaping her mouth.

She’s scared to say his name. To moan his name, to encourage him, because that would mean too much. She’s scared to hear it fall from her lips because she knows that she would like the sound of it, and he would too.

And he’s so damn polite, as he drops onto the bed beside her and asks how she’s feeling. As if he didn’t just give her the orgasm of her life, as if he hasn’t spent this entire time trying to make her feel better.

She moves her head onto his chest and sighs, and he wraps an arm around her and holds her close to his body. He’s warm and comfortable, and she closes her eyes.

She wakes up hours later to hear the shower running and finds that he’s gone from the bed, the comforter neatly pulled up and tucked in. She glances around the room, taking note of their clothes strewn across the floor from the events of last night.

The light coming through the window of the room is bright, almost bright enough to mean that it’s day, that they’ll have to leave the hotel room and face the world outside. The world on the other side of the plane she’s meant to board that night.

She gets out of bed and tiptoes towards the bathroom.

The door’s been left open, and she pokes her head in to see him showering. She knocks on the door politely, and when he turns around to greet her, he grins and opens the door of the shower.

It’s awfully spacious for a hotel shower. The tile behind her is cold, but the water’s hot, and her body is burning as he presses her against the shower wall.

His touch is more gentle now, but there’s just as much passion as before. His hands feel like they’re charged with care and kindness. She wraps her arms around his neck as she reaches that peak, burying her face into his shoulder and holding him tight against her, gently sinking her teeth into the skin at the base of his neck.

And then, it shifts. They wash their hair and their bodies, simply coexisting in the same space as the shower makes the only noise between them. She can almost sense that he wants to bring it up, as he places his hand on the small of her back to step past her, that he wants to ask the dreaded question of what this means.

She leaves the bathroom after he does to find him sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his shirt from the day before. She walks towards him, dropping her towel in the process, and straddles him. He grins against her lips when she kisses him, and they fall into the routine they’d managed to form in just a few hours. He’s inside of her in a heartbeat, and she reaches her climax for what feels like the millionth and also the first time ever.

And then, he’s gone. She’s sure he said goodbye; she vaguely remembers a hand brushing through her hair and his lips on hers after he muttered a soft goodbye, but she’s not sure of it.

She’s not quite sure of anything, to be honest, and for some goddamn reason, she feels empty without his company.

She feels like she’s sleep-walking as she gathers a change of clothes from her suitcase and pulls the fabric over her warm skin. The knit of her sweater scratches at the line of red marks on the base of her neck.

Almost immediately after she leaves her hotel room in search of food, she finds him standing in line, his eyes glued to his phone until she brushes her hand against his elbow. He looks up and smiles at her.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice warm. Amelia drops her hand to her side.

“I think,” she sighs, “I think we should-”

“Pretend like it never happened?” He interrupts her, a slight laugh trailing his response. “Yeah, I figured.” She takes a moment, attempting to study his expression.

“I just got out of a relationship. I didn’t mean to give you the impression that this was going somewhere.” She bites the inside of her mouth and shifts her feet uncomfortably as the line for the hotel buffet moves forward.

“Yeah, I realized that this morning.” He shrugs. “But, for the record, if you ever did want it to go somewhere, or even just turn this into a more regular thing,” he glances between them, “you know where to find me.” A smile creeps onto her face, and she gently nudges her body into his.

“When’s your flight back?”

“Tomorrow morning. You?”

“Tonight. So,” she turns to face him, “I’ve got a few hours before I need to leave.” She waits until his face softens in realization, a hint of excitement outlining his features. Amelia steps out of the line, walking backward until her coworker follows her trail through the hallways of the hotel to the room they’d occupied for the majority of the last day.

They fall back into each other’s arms with smiles and a newfound comfort between the two of them. She’s lying on top of him as they each catch their breaths when she realizes the number of times his name fell out of her mouth and the way he grinned at the sound of it every time. How natural it felt, how easy it all felt around him.

And then, he helps her pack up the tornado of her belongings thrown around the hotel room and walks her outside to the line of taxis waiting to bring people to the airport.

She purses her lips after he’s put her suitcase in the trunk of a taxi.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He shrugs and sticks his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll see you back in Seattle.”

“Mhm.” She smiles and steps forward, wrapping her arms around him before he has a moment to realize what’s happening. “Thank you.” He returns the embrace, and she can hear the smile on his breath.

“Thank you,” he responds, and Amelia pulls back.

“I’ll see you in Seattle.” She waves goodbye, and it almost feels ridiculous because she knows she’ll see him again in less than a day. His lips are pursed as he waves back, and his figure fades away as the taxi drives away from the hotel. Her phone dings.

She doesn’t remember ever having him in her contacts, but the sight of his name, contact photo, and the simple message of, “Hope you get home safe,” bring a grin to her face.

And suddenly, life feels just a little bit less heavy.

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amelinksbitch · 2 years

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Where are you?

Amelia glanced down at her phone, the text message lighting up the screen and illuminating the space around her. A sigh fell from her mouth, and she quickly turned it off, not wanting to respond to anyone. She was standing on the balcony of her hotel room, her arms hanging over the edge as the cool wind brushed across her hands. Another buzz of her phone, another ignored. She quickly tied her hair up as it blew over her face, turning as she heard a door open. "Amelia," Link muttered, "I couldn't find you. I was worried." Her head snapped to the side.

"Why?" He walked out onto the balcony of his hotel room, and she silently cursed the fact that they had adjoining rooms. The only thing separating them was a small railing to divide the balcony into two, along with the fact that she had positioned herself to lean over the far corner of her own. She looked back out into the night sky.

"Because you had a rough night. You left the hospital without talking to me." She heard metal lightly scraping the concrete as he pulled the chair to the railing that separated them. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened with your sisters. And if it makes you feel better, you have permission to ask whatever you want about my life, and I'll tell you. No matter how embarrassing it is."

"I doubt any of it will be as terrible," she murmured, grabbing the glass of water she had brought out with her, rolling it between her palms, and wishing it was alcohol. "Tell me something." There was a pause.

"I crashed my dad's car the day I got my license. In the parking lot of my school," Link admitted, leaning back into the cold metal chair.

"Were you high? Drunk?" She looked back at him, just seeing as he shook his head. "Yeah, I thought so. There's a difference between teenage mistakes and life mistakes."

"Amelia, addiction is a disease. You and I both know this. Don't punish yourself for something you couldn't control. You're sober now. I assume you made amends." Her eyes met his, the only noise coming from the sounds of New York traffic stories below them. "Your sisters don't know who you are. Neither does your mom."

"Neither do you," she scoffed.

"Why do you keep shutting me out?" It almost touched her as she heard his voice, concern creeping into his words. The slightest bit of guilt panged her.

"Because I don't want to talk about what happened tonight. Not everyone has a perfect family. Some people end up with shit ones. So, I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." She turned back away, feeling his eyes on her back as she pulled her sleeves over her hands. "The offer still stands, by the way. You're welcome to ask anything or talk if you need."

The wind blew past them, and Link pursed his lips, watching as Amelia brought her glass to her lips.

"What happened with your parents? Their divorce?"

"I'm the only child. Cancer killed whatever financial backbone we had, and they were both so terrified of losing their only son that they started to resent each other for every little thing. If my mom was late to drop me off for chemo, or if my dad let me have too much sugar. Everything became a competition between them." He glanced up from his hands as he heard the sound of the metal chair dragging across Amelia's balcony. "I knew it was over long before they told me. I just didn't want to have to admit it."

"How'd you get through it?" He shrugged.

"I mean, as a child, I just played an unhealthy amount of Mario Kart and buried my nose into my school work. As I got older, I just focused on becoming a doctor. I felt like it was something I could control." He watched her pull her cardigan around her body tighter as a breeze blew past. "Do you want to go inside?"

"I don't think I want to be alone right now." She drank the last of her water.

"You don't have to be. We can sit in my room or yours, or with our backs against the closed door if you don't want to see me," he stood, moving the chair out of the way and heading towards his door. "Or, the hotel has a lobby; we could find somewhere outside of here." Link raised his eyebrows as Amelia retreated back into her room from the balcony, and he stepped inside of his own room to see her head poking through the doorway adjoining their rooms. She walked over to the bed, pulling her shoes off before sprawling onto the comforter.

"What about now?" He raised his eyebrows and waited for her to continue, taking his own sneakers off and lying beside her. "What do you do now to get through it all?" Her head rolled to the side, and she met his eyes. "You're already a doctor."

"Donuts," he grinned, feeling some sense of relief as her face softened. "Every day is different. Sometimes, I get a patient who reminds me a bit too much of myself. I cut my hair one time and then made sure to surround myself with company." Her head to the side, and she stared up at the ceiling. "What do you do?"

"I used to drink. Not anymore, though. Now, it's more alternative pain relief and quiet time alone."

"Well, you know that I'm here," he spoke softly, keeping his eyes on her as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

Amelia reached over and turned off the lamp, ignoring Link's attempted question before she fell back onto the sheets, pulling the comforter up and resting her head on his chest.

He exhaled heavily, and Amelia could almost hear a laugh cutting through his voice as his arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer to him. "I thought you said no sleepovers," Link muttered, trying to hide the grin that wanted to stretch across his face.

"Rules can be broken."

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