Amber Drama
Crash
Before Amber can say anything else, I hang up and stare at the phone, clawing a hand through my hair. It had to be today? Does God hate me?
In the bathroom, Kelly's humming.
"What's going on?" she calls. Her voice echoes in the marble room.
"Drama. Real drama, apparently. We've got a change of plans."
The light changes and I can't look away anymore. Kelly stands in the bathroom door, her hair wet and dangling down her back. A towel wrapped around her. No make-up. No nothing.
She's stunning.
She blushes and it makes me think about her skin when I woke up, which reminds me of last night.
She looks at my lap and her brows go up. "Good morning."
"Good morning." I grin, get to my feet and cross the space between us because I have to touch her.
But after the briefest kiss, she puts her hand on my chest and pushes back a step. "What's going on? Are you okay?"