Chapter thirteen.
Josh gave a slight yell when he saw her on the steps to his apartment, with a bottle of wine beside her, shivering in the November weather. Wordlessly, he opened the door and ushered her in. She went to the kitchen and opened the wine as he put his coat away. She put two glasses on the coffee table and poured the wine. All this was done without a word.
She sat next to him and he turned her chin towards him, then cupped her face in his hands before kissing her…
Two hours later, there was a knock on the door. He wondered who it could be, then suddenly remembered. Buttoning his shirt and straightening his tie, he went to the door.
"Amy! You've caught me at a bad time; I've got a colleague over about work."
"Well, why is there lipstick on your face?" She demanded, before storming past him into the living room, where she saw Donna in the settee, combing her tousled hair with her fingers.
She turned back to Josh. "Explain."
His mouth opened and shut like a goldfish. He was at a loss for words. Amy watched him intently, waiting for an explanation.
"I thought so. You can't explain, can you? I knew you were pining over her, all these months, but I thought that maybe you would forget."
"You never forget the one you love." He said simply.
She looked at him, sighed exasperatedly, and then flounced out of the door.
He grinned stupidly at Donna, then rejoined her on the sofa.