Chapter Eleven
Amy slowly opened the door. "Jack?" She spoke quiet so not to startle him. She always hated it when people startled her awake…it scared her, and Jack's past, from what she could gather from the non chatty person, was greatly like her own. "Jack?" She came in the bedroom slowly, He moaned and rolled over.
"Amy?" She smiled as she slowly pulled back the blankets and climbed in. His back was facing her so she wrapped her arms around his chest.
"Yeah?"
"What's the time?"
"Two,"
"Oh," They had decided to sleep separately but Amy had decided later when she got into be that that was a very bad decision. "What's up?"
"If I hear Angel's headboard bang against the damn wall one more time I am gonna lose it," That wasn't the whole truth. "And I missed you." She rested her head on his shoulder. His arm reached over until it found her shoulder. He grabbed the tee shirt she had slipped on from a nightgown and pulled it slowly over her head.
He rolled over and looked at her. "I am glad you came." He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her.
Jack sat up with a start. He was panting and sweating. He looked around his room. It was his room in Evelyn's house…of course. He looked over to his right. Amy was fast asleep with the sheet pulled up under her arm with her hair seemingly everywhere. Jack carefully pushed it out of her face and then pulled his knees up to his chest wrapping his arms around himself.
He glanced at the cloak it was four. Shit, you have only been asleep for forty-five minutes. Amy shivered and then her eyes fluttered open. She moaned and then sat up quickly realising Jack was.
"Jack...what's…are you okay?" She looked worried and still half asleep.
"Yeah, fine, go back to sleep." She didn't look convinced; she opened her mouth to say something but stopped when her hand reached the back of his neck.
"God, Jack you are sweating!" He gave her a forced smile.
"Hard for a person not to sweat after what we just did." She didn't look convinced or amused.
"That isn't funny, Jack." She put her hand on his forehead. He took her wrist and gently but forcefully pulled it away.
"Amy, I am fine." He smiled. "Come on," He leaned in to kiss her but she got off the bed pulling a tee shirt over her thin frame. "What are you doing?"
"I am getting you a glass of orange juice." Before Jack could object she was down the stairs.
"Amy…Amy…" he couldn't very well yell at her because he didn't exactly feel like Bobby discovering them at Four in the morning, Jack naked and Amy in one of his tee shirts.
She came back holding a big glass of orange juice. She handed it to him as she climbed back into bed. She looked at him expectantly…She's worse than Evelyn!
"I am fine,"
"Prove it and drink the juice." He looked at her; this wasn't going to end until he drank the juice so he downed it.
"Happy?" She smiled.
"Yes, very." She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her forehead on the back of his shoulder. "Nightmare?"
Jack considered denying it but to what point and purpose. Making other girls think he was fine was easy but Amy knew him, what life he had had. Not only did she know it she had lived it, what would be the point of lying to her?
"Yeah," She sighed deeply at his response.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jack didn't need to consider his response.
"No." She didn't seem offended or upset or relieved, just content.
"Okay."