continued from here ( @soulremained )
Jamie hadn’t planned on getting off in the middle of the afternoon, but the apartment was quiet — too quiet — and with Amy out on one of her walks, the opportunity was too tempting to pass up. It’d been a long week, and having her around made it worse. Not because she was annoying — quite the opposite. She was sweet, careful, polite… Too polite. Like she was holding herself back, always walking around like she didn’t want to be noticed. But Jamie noticed. The oversized shirts, the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, the shy glances when she thought he wasn’t looking. She was sexy in that soft, understated way that got under his skin. But this? This wasn’t about her. Jamie needed to clear his head, and a little porn and privacy would do the trick. He sat back, hand wrapped around himself, low groans escaping his lips as the video played. He didn’t even try to be quiet — why would he? Amy was gone. Or so he thought. He heard it — the faintest rustle near the door, a shift of movement that wasn’t his own. He paused the video, pulse still racing, and turned his head just in time to catch the flicker of a shadow under the door. A slow smirk curved his lips. He didn’t rush. He stood, bare chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths, and pulled on a pair of sweats just low enough to be decent — or indecent, depending on how you looked at it. Then, with one smooth twist, he yanked the door open. Jamie just cocked his head, eyes dragging slowly down her figure and back up again. “Well, hey there,” he drawled, voice thick with amusement. “Enjoying the show?”
