Reminiscent

Hot shower. Definitely a reward. With a towel wrapped around my body, I strode through the house without a care in the world. Note: must thank Aunt for having central heating in this damned place.

"Hey Caia."

My head cocked around so quickly I felt a minor pang in my neck. I gripped my neck as though that would help. "Hello?" I managed to utter.

"I heard you were back." There was a smirk in that sentence, a very sneaky smirk.

"Fuck."

"Caia. I told you, swearing is vile."

Honestly, he was the only one who could make me feel repulsive for swearing. "I'm sorry Em." I finally had the guts to look up at his tall stature. "You grew."

"Why thank you." Embry said frankly. "Now, why are you marching around this place with only a towel? I mean I'm not complain—"

"Oh come on!" I barked. He knew perfectly well I always did this. "Plus, I didn't know I had company."

"Who said I was here to see you?" He said, again with a sneaky smirk.

I only gave him a glare and stalked off to my room. Once there, with a huff and a sigh, I collapsed onto the bed. Eventually, we would have to bump into each other, I knew that. I was dreading it through the whole flight.

Tight blue jeans. Simple scoop neck shirt (showing a little 'wow' is customary). Acceptable.

Again, looking solemnly upon my jeans, I sigh. Damn this weather. Grabbing the door knob, I caught sight of my second favourite thing in the whole world. I walked out of my room playing with it, only to find myself smiling.

"Hey Hun." A whisper flew through my ears.

"Jeez, stop sneaking up on me that way." I said in defeat.

"Sorry." Embry said, offering me a hug.

With those puppy dog eyes, it was hard to resist. A simple mental shake cleared my thoughts of those perfectly sculpted arms - maybe not one hundred percent, just enough to stop myself. I walked away from him, shaking my head.

"Caia, what the hell is wrong with you?" He asked bluntly. He was good at doing that.

I chose to ignore him.

Sitting with the television on set on 'loud', I could still hear the deafening crash of him slamming the door angrily behind him. He left me.