𝐴𝑚𝑒́𝑙𝑖𝑒

Chapter nine

Amélie
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Staring out the window of the bedroom I held my knees against my chest.

Night had fallen and everything was silent. I had finished eating dinner an hour ago and I was bored. Tv wasn't entertaining at the moment and reading wasn't interesting for me right now.

I had nothing.

Leaning my head back against my pillow I cuddled into the fluffy blanket. Closing my eyes I tried to think of something interesting to do.

Suddenly thinking about Ava's advice I opened my eyes.

I wanted to, but I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.

"Imagine Oliver, or someone else if you can't."

Biting my lip I closed my eyes and slipped my hand under the cover. Pulling an image of Oliver into my head I traced the band of my shorts. Keeping him in mind I slipped my hand past my shorts and into my panties.

Trying to imagine my hand as Oliver's I leaned my head back feeling the pad of my index finger graze over my clit. Rubbing gentle circles into the sensitive bud I softly moaned at the sensation. Trying to keep Oliver in mind I frowned suddenly seeing him replace his face.

"What?" I muttered at the sudden change.

"Let me fuck you into an orgasm."

Lowly humming at his words I grabbed onto the sheets under my hand. Changing the pace of my fingers I suddenly dipped my finger down to my entrance. Leaning my head back further into the pillow I moaned at the sound of his voice. Hovering my finger over my entrance I jumped out of my trance when I suddenly heard a knock at the front door.

Quickly slipping my hand back out from under the cover I frowned at the stickiness on my fingers.

Hearing the knock once again I threw the covers off of me and rushed into the bathroom. Quickly washing my hands I yelled out for them to wait a second. Drying my hands off on my hoodie I adjusted my shorts and opened the door.

"Dominic?" I frowned in confusion.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice full of worry.

"I am." My voice wavered and my legs felt shaky from my previous doings. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw Oliver at a cafe and he looked mad and I thought something might've happened so I came over."

"No, everything's fine." I assured him.

I didn't know what else to say. I was fine, but the fact that he was standing in front of me after my earlier thoughts didn't make me feel fine. I was internally freaking out.

"I should go before he comes back."

"He's not coming back." Mumbling at his words I stepped to the side of the door.

Taking the clue he stepped in and slipped off his shoes. Closing the door behind us I followed him to the living room.

"Water?" I asked.