Chapter 11
Jake stared at Amelia intently, tracing every line and curvature without breeching impropriety. I know you. He wanted to say but probably wouldn't. Don't you remember me? If it was her, which he had trouble thinking otherwise, why wouldn't she remember? How could she forget? Was he so forgettable?
Amelia stirred awake. It took her a minute to realize where she was. Last night she might have fretted, but now she was collected. She didn't react to Jake's bare torso and took no initiative to cover herself as well.
Jake sat up and moved to their clothes as well. Still wet. Amelia sat up and stirred the fire. It was dying. They hadn't slept much, exhaustion had rendered them spent, but their unconscious stirred them awake, reminding them where they were. Neither spoke, as if something of that sort had happened in those hours past. It wasn't awkwardness that caused the s ilence it was something deeper, at least to Jake. An old wound ripping, coming alive and a dull pang aching, bringing attention to it.
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Leon cursed himself. Somehow he managed to get himself separate from Amelia. He didn't doubt that she was more than capable by herself nor that she would find a way to him, but he remained uneasy. Chances were that she endd up with that kid, Jake, and though he had once proven an ally Leon wasn't altogether keen on mercenaries. They were fickle. Who wasn't to say he was on a job right now? Plus Amelia hadn't taken too kindly to Jake either. Chances were she had driven him far away already. And in her current condition...Leon hurried his pace.
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This was only a teaser! A glimpse at the chapter! Still debating what to do with it...any thoughts/ suggestions/ constructive criticism acceptable! Thank you for reading so far! :)