"Jeff, I…"
Jeff covered the distance to her, and her breathing hitched. He slowly touched her face and pushed back a strand of her stray hair. "You don't need to be frightened, wifey."
Wifey? Her mind went blank at that.
"Amy," Jason's voice brought her back and she found a pair of concerned eyes staring into hers.
"Jeff," she said quietly as she slowly moved back. "I am full, I will go to bed." The speed at which she left the room, even she was astonished. After closing her bedroom door, she sighed. "Maybe I should compete in the next Olympic marathon."
She was hardly half in the room when her door was knocked. This has got to be some joke. Reluctantly she walked to the door and yanked it open, only to meet Stormy staring back at her.
"Hello," she said shyly.
Regaining her composure, she ushered her in. "Come in."
"I didn't mean to intrude…"
Amy cut her. "It's fine really."
