Daniel sighed as he and Amelia laid in his boat’s master bed. Not a yacht persay, more like a baby one compared to the other he had. He had wanted to come out on the water and with Amelia still at odds with Gretchen, he had eagerly invited her along.
Amelia lay beside Daniel sweat still slickening her skin as he kissed her shoulder. “You two still fighting?” Amelia sighed facing him, “Not really fighting. More like a cold shoulder war, trying to see who breaks first. Usually, it’s me, but this time I can’t concede just so Gretchen can stop pouting. This time it’s more serious.”
Stroking her hair out of her face, Daniel admitted roughly, “I hate I’m putting you at odds with your best friend. She’s been like a sister to you and here I come, I’m sorry.” Kissing Daniel gently, Amelia adm
