I could've chalked up Amelia staying over the first night to her being overly emotional and just needing some comfort. Even the boob grab she'd let me get away with on the couch was more playful than anything. I'd thought maybe she was confused, maybe she didn't really want me in the way that I wanted her. I could've chalked it all up to that if she hadn't been staying at my place for the past four nights.

"You know, I kind of miss sleeping in my own bed." I lean against my bedroom door frame, watching her change. She's pulling my shirt over her head with her back facing me. Her beautiful hind-end is on full display.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you to knock before entering a room?" She looks over her shoulder at me with an arched brow.

"You're in my home. In my bedroom. Changing in to my clothes. Plus," I make a point of looking her up and down as I walk toward her, "I've seen everything underneath my shirt. Multiple times." I tug on the end of it to make a point.

My hand reaches around and grabs her firm rump. The one only covered by the thin, sheer fabric of her panties. Our bodies are so close to one another, lips just a breath away. I cup her cheek with the palm of my hand and go to lean down to kiss her then her phone goes off.

Damn it.

Our eyes hold each others for a brief second before she jerks herself away from me. She walks over to the bed where her phone is while I let out a sigh of frustration. All I want to do is kiss her; everywhere. But I can't. Not yet at least.

"Hey Rhoen, how are you? How's—" I watch her visibly pale with her mouth hung slightly open.

"Amelia?" I call her name again as she just stands there unmoving, besides a slow hand going up to cover her mouth. "Is everything alright?" When I get in front of her she doesn't say anything to me she just hands me the phone. I tentatively take it and am about to say hello when I hear it. The sounds of Rhoen's groaning on the other end of the phone.

Fuck, Diana— shit! I hear the distinct sounds of slurping on the other end.

Rhoen is getting a blowjob from his ex-wife, and like a fucking idiot, butt-dialed Amelia while doing so. Nice job, mate. I hang up the phone, not wanting to listen to anymore of that, and toss it back on the bed.

"Mellie?" I call out into the condo not knowing where she'd gone off to. "Mellie, baby, are you alright?" I wander around a bit until I find her out on the balcony, looking out at the yard. "You know, anyone looking up can see those pretty little panties of yours?"

She cocks her head over her shoulder and glares at me. "Do you really think I give a shit right now?"

"Not particularly, no." I lean my back against the balcony rail, right beside her. "You alright?"

"Honestly, I feel relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Yeah." She nibbles on her bottom lip a bit as she stares out at nothing in particular. "I don't feel like I'm going to be the bad guy anymore. I've spent days feeling like a piece of shit for wanting to end things with Rhoen, for being here with you. Now I don't feel like the worst person in the world anymore."

"Even if Rhoen wasn't getting head right now, you wouldn't be the bad guy for wanting to be with who you want to be with. I love you and you love me. It wouldn't be right to continue to pretend we didn't anymore." My mind immediately goes to my mom and Seth. His words replay in my head.

"Your mother and I loved each other for a long time, kid. I didn't have to steal her away from anyone, especially your father."

Now I get it. You can't help who you love. The first Christmas I'd ever met Mellie my mother and Seth were like magnets. My entire childhood they were much the same way. My father and mother never had that connection together, not that I can remember. All this time I thought Seth had stolen her away from my father. I'm now realizing maybe it was the other way around.

"I know." She finally said after a long while. "After everything happened between us, you and me and—" the miscarriage. She shakes her head not being able to say it. "It was just really hard. I thought getting some space from each other, from that, is what we needed but now look at us."

I grab ahold of her hand and thread my fingers with hers. "Yeah, now look at us. Still ended up wanting to be together, after all the bullshit."

"Like a proper soap opera." Her mimicking of my accent makes me laugh.

"You exaggerate. It's not that heavy anymore." She snorts out a laugh. "What? It isn't." She cocks a disbelieving brow. "Is it?"

"It's not as heavy as your fathers but it's still there, especially so when you're sleepy."

"You'd know better than anyone." I pull her into my arms with a swift tug. "You know me the best. Better than I even know myself sometimes." I caress her cheek with my thumb. She's so fucking beautiful. How I'd spent such a long time not seeing exactly how much so I don't know.

"I've only known you for nearly two decades. So yeah, I'd say I know you pretty well." She lets out a small chuckle as she reaches up and pats my cheek. "You know me better than anyone else either, though."

I feel a smirk climb up my lips as I let my hand slide down the curves of her body. My hand slides between her legs, caressing her sex through her panties. Her breath hitches when my thumb rubs her sensitive spot.

"Yeah, I'd say I know you better than anyone." I know exactly what she likes, exactly how to please her. I'm the only one who's ever brought out her inner-freak. "I know this better than anyone." I feel her hips start to move on their own volition, needing more.

"Jamie," she grabs ahold of my hand, making me stop my ministrations.

I hold up both of my hands in surrender saying, "I know. I know. You want to talk to Rhoen first before we—"

My words are cut off when she pulls my face down and meets her lips with mine. She kisses me fiercely, pressing her tongue hungrily in my mouth. I was caught off guard at first, but it doesn't take me long to match her fervor with equal tenacity. My hands are on her body, pulling her against me. I lift her shirt up but her hands are on mine again.

"What I meant to say was we need to take this inside. I don't want your neighbors to see whatever it is that we're about to do."

"Who said we are going to do anything?" I arch a quizzical brow at her.

"This," she grabs ahold of my cock through my pants, "tells me that you've had enough of the view out here."

"The view is quite nice." I tweak her nipple which has her swatting my hand away. "But you're right. It could be better." I turn away from her and look out at the yard, playfully. I'm completely thrown off when I'm hit in the back of the head with a piece of clothing. It's not just any piece of clothing either, it's my shirt, the only thing Amelia was wearing besides her panties. I turn around automatically to see her standing there with one arm across her chest, covering her breasts. "Amelia!"

"You were saying?" When she goes to drop her arm I immediately wrap my arms around her, shielding her body from anyone's view.

"Are you crazy?" I back her practically naked body into the condo. "You trying to let everyone see what's mine?"

"It's not yours yet."

I growl at her as I reach forward and grab her, throwing her over my shoulder as I do. She begins giggling as I carry her to my bedroom and flop her down on the bed. I'm on her instantly. My lips ravage hers as do my hands. Just as I'm about to rip her panties off her phone rings.

"Jamie, wait."

"Amelia, come on, you're killing me." Before she can grab it I snatch it and see Rhoen's name on the screen. I swipe and answer it. "Hello?" For a moment I don't hear anything until Rhoen clears his throat.

"Jamie?" He said my name like a question even though we both damn well know he knows it's me.

"Yes?"

"Is Amelia with you?"

"I would think me answering her phone would make that obvious."

"Can I speak with her?"

"Depends if your wife, sorry, ex-wife, is still going down on you." Amelia tries to grab the phone out of my hand but I just roll off of her, phone still firmly planted against my ear. "So, is she?"

I hear him suck his teeth before he responds. "No, no she's not. Can I please talk to Amelia? I need to talk to her. Explain what happened."

"I don't know what there is to say or explain, for that matter. You're wherever you are with her and Mellie is here with me." There's another long silence and I can practically feel it registering to him what's going on between Amelia and I. "I see you are beginning to understand the mutual circumstance we're in."

"So, what you're saying is... the two of you..."

"Yeah, the two of us." Amelia jumps up to try and take the phone from me, her breasts bouncing deliciously as she does. I just grab her and kiss the top of her head. "It's always been the two of us, Rhoen. Always."

"I see."

"Give me the fucking phone." Amelia grits out irritably.

"Here, take the damn thing." I hand her over the device and watch her topless self walk out of the room with it. I hear her voice get a tad bit louder after a while but I resignedly lay on the bed and wait for her to be finished.

After what seems like an eternity there's quiet. My erection is completely flaccid by the time she reenters the room. Although, just the sight of her topless self has my dick twitching in my pants again.

"It's over." She sets her phone on top of my dresser. "I told Rhoen I want to be with you and that it's over." I feel a smile plaster itself on my face. "I guess that means I'm going to have to tell my mom and dad now too."

"You can tell whoever you want." She sits on top of me, straddling me, and I can't help but appreciate her body. "As long as you're mine, you can tell the world." She leans down and kisses my lips.

"I plan to."

"Good."

"I love you."

"And I love you."