Trading Heartbeats
Chapter 25 - A Love Not Lost
Morning had broken into Sonelle and Kofi's bedroom. With the light hitting her eyes first, Sonelle flinched a bit before lazily opening them. Drowsily, she glanced up at Kofi who had been unmoved at the light that now shone in his face. With a smile on her lips, Sonelle rolled herself off of Kofi and got to her feet, shutting the blinds and darkening the room once more. Making her way to the bathroom, she reached for the robe that had been hung up on the door. As she tied it around herself and stepped back out into the bedroom, she'd noticed a half-dressed Kofi sitting on the bed awaiting her return. Sonelle gave a small smile. "Morning," he groggily said as he took her hand and pulled her up beside him on the bed. He pressed his lips against the temple of her head as she gave a small chuckle.
"Good morning," she whispered. Kofi extended an arm around her holding her close to him. As he did so, Sonelle rested her head on his shoulder beginning to close her eyes once more.
"I'm taking you out tonight," he told her as he rubbed her arm soothingly. Sonelle smiled.
"Where," she asked already expecting a 'you'll see' or 'it's a surprise'. To her surprise, however, he'd actually answered the question.
"To a club, you could bring your friends, and I'll bring mine. We can just go out and enjoy ourselves," he continued. Sonelle looked back up at Kofi bearing a smile that had never seemed to depart her face from the time she'd seen him step off of the plane.
"That sounds lovely," she whispered to him. The drowsy couple merely sat there, dwelling in the silence as well as each other's presence. Neither complained about the quietness of the moment. It was almost as if it were exactly what they both needed.
Justin and Brittany had just barely woken up enough to make themselves a bit of food to start off the day. Brittany sat up on one of the bar stools in his suite's kitchen, resting her head in her hand and watching as Justin attempted to cook something other than pancakes. "We could go downstairs for breakfast, you know," Brittany offered as she yawned quietly. Justin gave a slight chuckle.
"I'm not ready to brave the stares and autographs of the day yet; besides, it's nice just being alone," Justin looked back at Brittany with a smirk on his face. She giggled a bit and proceeded over to him, checking on just what exactly he'd been up to. Being Brittany, she liked things done to perfection - even if she wouldn't admit it. She reached over taking the spoon politely out of Justin's hands and scrambling the already scrambled eggs. Brittany murmured something about 'you don't do it that way' and 'you put too much cheese'. Justin merely chuckled at her comments about his attempt at making food as he stood back and watched her. Turning the stove off and setting the spoon back down on the table, Brittany had reached for the handle of the frying pan to serve it out into the dishes. Just as she had about to do so, however, a pair of strong, well-muscled arms had locked themselves around her waist. A small smirk played on her lips as she glanced back at Justin who, too, had been smirking. His lips pressed themselves against hers in a small, teasing peck. Just as he'd leaned in once more for another one, a ringing noise had resonated loudly from the bedroom. Brittany leapt back a bit at the startle brought on by the sudden ringing. Excusing herself, she retreated back into the bedroom and searched the pockets of her pants, which had been thrown on the floor, for her phone. Successfully finding it, she picked it up, "Hello?"
"Hey, Brit. It's Sonelle," said a voice from the other end of the phone. Brittany gave a slight half-smile.
"Hey, how's everything," she asked as she picked up the scattered clothes and stacked them in a pile in the corner of the room. Although Sonelle wanted to spill every bit of detail about her episode with Kofi last night, she couldn't. There were some things, even best friends, could keep from each other.
"Good," she simply said, "and how's everything with you?" Brittany replied with the same answer as she now crawled onto Justin's bed and rested her head on the pillow. "So, Kofi says it'll be a good idea if all of us go out and have some fun tonight at a club. Are you game," she asked Brittany whose eyes had already begun to close once more.
"Club? Sure! I'll tell Justin. Where should we meet up first, if we're going to meet up anywhere," Brittany asked. Sonelle gave a slight 'hmm'.
"How about the apartment? We'll have everyone meet there and then we'll all head off to the club together," Sonelle suggested. Brittany agreed, and so, the two girls ended their conversation there, bidding goodbye to one another and then hanging up. Brittany strolled back into the kitchen, clutching her phone in her hand. Justin, who had already served out the food and drinks, hungrily waited in his seat for Brittany to return. Brittany smiled and sat beside him on one of the barstools. "It was Sonelle," Brittany told him as they'd both begun to eat. Justin gave a slight 'mmm' too busy eating to think of much else to say. "She invited us to a club tonight. We'll meet up at our apartment and then from there we'll proceed to the club," Brittany also relayed. Justin nodded in accordance continuing to devour his food. Brittany watched him with one eyebrow raised. "Hungry," she asked. Justin, who had been sipping his orange juice now, gave a slight smile and set down his glass.
"Yes, well, I did manage to work up an appetite last night," he responded giving her a slight wink. Brittany's cheeks blushed a fair shade of red and in a moment, both their plates and glasses were emptied into the sink. As Justin excused himself to the shower, Brittany sat outside on the couch staring out through the transparent veranda door. Thinking it'd be best if she called Khaila to inform her of their plans, she pulled out her phone and quickly dialled the number. Pressing the phone to her ear, she heard Khaila pick up after one ring.
"Hello," she stated.
"Hey, Khaila. We're going out tonight to a club, want to come," Brittany asked as she continued to gaze out of the window.
"Um, sure. I'll tell Punk," Khaila responded.
"Alright, we'll meet up at Sonelle and my apartment, and then we'll take off from there," Brittany informed again. Khaila muttered a slight 'okay' and the two girls hung up. Brittany set her phone down beside her and continued to gaze out at the veranda blankly. For the first time, in a very, very long time, Brittany hadn't had thoughts processing through her mind so quickly that it would cause a headache. For the first time, in a very, very long time, everything felt alright. Looking back at the closed bedroom door, she smiled, for she knew why.
Khaila had just set down the phone when Punk had burst through the bedroom door, covered in dirt. Khaila raised one eyebrow, "What… happened," she asked curiously as she stood herself up and attempted to brush off the dust on his shirt. Punk looked furious, still he allowed Khaila to continue with her attempt at brushing off the dirt that covered his once white shirt. He hadn't answered for a long while. Probably trying to contain his anger, Khaila thought as she continued to dust off his shirt. Finally, Punk sighed.
"I was right outside, just coming in from the store around the corner, and as I'm closing up the gate, this idiot kid thinks it's funny to kick the pile of dirt that we usually have outside on me," he ranted in one breath. Khaila gnawed on her lip trying not to laugh. She merely gave him a sympathetic nod before lifting the shirt off his well-sculpted body. At this action, all traces of anger had disappeared from Punk. His expression became nothing but a sly, smug one with his usual smirk playing on his lips. Successfully pulling the shirt off of his head, Khaila bundled it up into a ball. As she attempted to make her way past him, Punk stopped right in front of her. Again she tried and failed once more. Glaring, playfully, up at Punk, Khaila folded her arms.
"Well, if you're not going to let me wash your shirt," she started. Punk's smirk had seemed to have gotten more smug as he stepped closer to her and placed his hands on her hips. Khaila's breathing had gotten deeper as she watched Punk's face near hers. His lips had merely touched hers, but in a second, they were sharing in a passionate kiss. Khaila's arms slid themselves around his neck, where his hands had begun to wander up her shirt. "Punk," she breathed to him as his lips left hers and hand begun to drift down her neck. She could feel his fingers inching themselves further up her blouse. "Punk, wait," she whispered to him. All she'd heard was a slight 'mm' from him. Sliding her hands down his arms and finally at the back of her shirt to his, she removed them. Punk broke the kiss and looked at her.
"What's wrong," he breathed to her, now rubbing the insides of her hands with his thumbs. Khaila simply looked up at him.
"I-I can't right now," she whispered to him. Punk raised one eyebrow. She'd noticed his lips about to mutter the word 'why'. Before he could say it she reminded him, "I'm pregnant, remember? I don't want … I don't know. I just don't feel comfortable with this quite yet." Punk gave a slight chuckle.
"There are ways to … to do it, you know," he tried his luck again stepping closer. Khaila simply shook her head.
"Punk, I'm comfortable with it yet," she told him. Punk sighed a bit before a small smile had come onto his face.
"Alright," he uttered in defeat. Although Khaila still hadn't gotten a 'baby bump' yet, she didn't question it. After weeks of doubting herself before Punk had come back into her life once more, she'd finally begun to wrap herself around the thought that Punk and herself were having a baby, and she was not about to doubt herself any further. Khaila simply gave him a peck on the lips.
"Oh, we're going out tonight," Khaila remembered. Punk raised one eyebrow then shrugged. "We're going to meet up at Sonelle and Brittany's place and then we'll head off to the club from there," she told him as she gathered up some clothes in her arms and proceeded downstairs. Punk flopped himself on the bed letting his feet hang off at the end. Staring up at the ceiling, he thought about the months to come. In about 5 more months, they were going to have a baby. He was going to be a father. He was going to have a family. He chuckled a bit to himself thinking about what his peers would say. "CM Punk the father," he said aloud to himself. He definitely would need some time to get used to that, but he assured himself, eventually he would.
The time had now rolled to 11:30pm when Amelia's phone had rung out loudly on her bed. Placing the box she'd been holding in her hand, which read 'Clearblue: Digital Pregnancy Test', back into the drawer, she retreated back to her bedroom and answered the phone. "Hello," she said as she sat herself down on her bed. She could hear murmuring behind whoever was speaking.
"Hey, Amelia, are you coming or not," a voice sounding very much like Sonelle's had asked. Amelia's brow furrowed.
"S-Sorry? Where am I supposed to be," she asked rising up out of bed and immediately walking over to her closet.
"Next door, of course! I left you a message on your voicemail, don't you ever check that thing? We're going to a club in a couple of minutes," Sonelle relayed. A club?
"Oh, oh okay," Amelia said with a small smile. "I'll be there, just give me a couple of minutes." Sonelle muttered a slight 'okay', and both girls bade goodbye then hung up. Amelia dropped her phone on the bed and scavenged through the clothes in her closet, looking for something 'club-worthy'. Finally, she'd chosen a beige dress complimented with black heeled shoes. As she grabbed up a small black purse that she stowed her keys and phone in, she stepped out of her apartment, locking it behind her and knocked on the door next to hers. In a few moments, Sonelle, who had been wearing a black and gold dress, opened the door and greeted a Amelia with a hug. With a smile, Amelia walked inside only to see that Sonelle hadn't been alone. Khaila, Punk, Brittany, and Justin had all been there already. Khaila, who had been wearing a strapless, purple dress, had stood off in a corner of the room with Punk speaking in whispers. Brittany, who had been wearing a one-strap red dress, had taken a seat on the couch with Justin; the two had been sharing a kiss even before Amelia had gotten the call. Shyly entering into the living room along with the other couples, Amelia carefully thought about each step she'd take so as to not trip in her heels.
Amelia looked around for Kofi, but he was nowhere in sight. Apparently seeing Amelia's curious face, Sonelle told her, "He's showering; he just came back from RAW." Amelia gave a slight nod and a small smile. In the next second, Kofi had appeared coming down the hallway wearing a black, long-sleeved, button-down shirt. Sonelle immediately left Amelia's side and wrapped her arms around his neck. The two shared a gentle peck on the lips before conversing quietly between themselves. Amelia, having felt very awkward standing in a room full of couples, retreated to the kitchen where she opened up one of the cupboards and stretched for a glass. Suddenly, a hand from behind her had reached and retrieved the glass from the cupboard. Amelia turned around on her heel, careful not to fall, to thank the kind stranger. Looking up in the stranger's blue/green eyes, she'd realized … she'd seen those eyes before. Her blood ran cold and every strand of hair on her body was erect. She could feel the colour in her face fade as she stared up at her ex-boyfriend, Cody. He handed her the glass with a small smirk on his face. She hadn't realized the distance between the two had measured only a few inches until she glanced down at his lips.
"Hello," he whispered to her. Amelia merely took the glass and returned a small, polite smile looking away from his lips and staring fixedly at the glass she held in her hand. Cody took a step back, taking in Amelia's new appearance. "You look different," he whispered. Amelia, again, simply gave a small, polite smile. She didn't know what else she could say. She'd begun to feel herself flush with humiliation and regret all over again. Cody, having noticed Amelia's discomfort, simply cleared his throat and took the glass from her hands. "Would you like something to drink," he asked her politely, trying desperately to start a conversation with her. Amelia simply nodded.
"Yes, please," she hissed under her breath. Cody's lips pulled into a small smile at the sound of her voice. "Water, please," she spoke a bit louder. Cody gave a slight nod and filled the glass with water. Handing it back to her, Amelia gave a nod of gratitude and sipped her water from the glass still unable to look him directly in the face. She could hear Cody withhold a breath and then exhale it before speaking to her once more.
"Amelia," he spoke to her. She glanced back at him once then to her glass full of water once more. She could feel her skin crawling as she forced herself not to look at the man she still loved immensely, but wounded just as great. "Amelia, look at me," he whispered to her. Amelia refused, her eyes filling themselves with tears. She hadn't known why she became so emotional so quickly. She supposed the shutting out of the real thing as well as the memories had put a strain on her. She felt Cody touch her hand, and at this, she set down her glass already feeling it slip through her fingers. Amelia spun around on her heel, nearly tripping herself in the process, and looked up into the eyes she would give anything to call her own once again. She saw Cody's brow furrow as he tried to make sense of the tears that her eyes had been swimming in; nevertheless, he shook it from mind and opened his mouth to say what he'd originally planned on saying. The only problem with this was … he'd forgotten. As he stared into Amelia's tear-drowned eyes, he felt his mind run blank. All he wanted to do was kiss her and hold her, to let her know he wanted her just as much, if not more, than she wanted him.
Their lips started towards one another until a pair of heels had clopped their way into the kitchen. Cody jumped away from Amelia, who immediately returned to sipping her water and staring into the room full of couples. "Hey, dear," she heard Cody speak. Amelia turned around to see just who he'd been speaking to. What she saw next had made her heart plummet. Standing beside him wearing a grey, metallic-almost, strapless dress, was none other than Layla El. Her hair had fallen onto her shoulders like it usually would. Cody, who had extended an arm around her, gave Layla a small smile while Layla, who'd been carrying a glass of wine in one hand reached up and gave him a peck on his lips. Amelia gnawed on her bottom lip egging herself not to cry, not to spill her water, not to drop the glass or not to bitch-slap Cody and punch Layla in her jaw. Cody desperately tried to pull away from Layla's lips and to a very, lucky and successful attempt, he cleared his throat. "Um, Amelia," he began. Amelia looked up at the couple putting on her best fake-smile. "This is Layla, my girlfriend," he said, muttering the last part.
"Nice to meet you," Amelia said. Layla gave a slight nod and turned to Cody.
"So, when are we leaving again," she asked Cody. Cody put his hands in his pockets and gave a slight shrug. Amelia set down her glass of water and proceeded out of the kitchen.
"Everyone's ready, then," Kofi asked, looking around at all the couples and Amelia. Everyone gave a sure nod, except Amelia who merely gave a smile. The crowd proceeded out to the cars. Amelia, who had been offered a ride with Cody and Layla, declined and she rode with Kofi and Sonelle instead. The car ride was rather quiet, with the exception of whispers and giggles from time to time in the front seat between Kofi and Sonelle. Amelia took a deep breath; whatever she'd seen in the kitchen wouldn't defeat her, not tonight. Cody was allowed happiness especially after all you've done to him, she told herself. It's not his fault. She nodded in agreement with herself. You'll just go and have a great time at the club, Amelia, she told herself once more. She smiled a bit, somehow hoping that would bring a bit of confidence back into herself. In a few moments, after several turns and overtaking, they'd finally reached the club called 'Shameless Vegas'. Stepping out of the car, Sonelle, Kofi, and Amelia along with the other couples, proceeded inside. The club was magnificent.
The neon lights around the room flickered, changing to different colours at every second. The DJ system had been set up all the way to the back as were two poles, on either side of the system, and a showgirl to each pole. The crowd had taken the centre and right of the room. The bar and tables had been railed off and occupied much of the left side of the room. The girls and the superstars, themselves, had been absolutely awed by the brilliance of the place. Amelia watched as couples such as Punk and Khaila, Justin and Brittany and Sonelle and Kofi all excitedly made their way to the dance floor. Amelia clutched on tighter to her purse and looked around. She, obviously, had no one to dance with, and she hadn't worked up enough confidence to be dancing by herself. So with a slight shrug, she proceeded over to the bar section, seating herself at one of tables and looking out at the many dancing couples. "Would the lady like to dance," a voice from behind whispered in her ear. Amelia jumped a bit at the whisper and turned to look at the person only to see no one there. As she turned around, however, she'd noticed a smirking Cody Rhodes standing by her table. Amelia gave a little smile but shook her head.
"No, thanks," she told him before looking back over at the dancing couples. She heard the chair that sat opposite of her move a bit, and by the time she looked back Cody had seated himself in it, looking out at the dancing couples as well. Amelia raised one eyebrow and chuckled a bit, "Where's Layla? I thought you two would be on the dance floor by now." Cody looked at Amelia with a slight smile on his face.
"She's powdering her nose in the bathroom," he told her with a nod. Amelia muttered a slight 'mm' before staring back out at the dancers. Her hands had placed themselves on top of one another on the table. Suddenly, she felt a hand touch hers. Looking back down at the table, she noticed Cody's hand slide itself off hers quickly and back onto his lap. Amelia's cheeks reddened a bit as she looked up at Cody who gave her a smile. "Are you sure you don't want to dance," he asked her once more. Amelia smiled truly considering saying yes, until …
"There you are, Cody," a voice stated rather loudly as the owner of the voice seated herself on Cody's lap. Cody smiled a bit. Amelia bit her bottom lip and propped up her head with her hand looking at the dancers on the dance floor once more. Amelia heard nothing else come from Cody's direction. Her guess was that they were probably lip-locking intensely. As she glanced back to reach for her purse, she had been right. Suddenly, Layla had jumped up off of Cody's lap and extended a hand to him. "Let's go dance, Cody," she told him. Cody muttered an 'okay' and looked back at Amelia. Amelia gave both of them a courteous smile and head nod watching them leave to the dance floor.
Sitting there in the bar section of the club, she sighed a bit, drumming her fingers on the table waiting for herself to work up some courage to brave the act of dancing by herself. Looking out at the dance floor now and then, she could hardly point out some of her friends and their superstars. Punk and Khaila were nowhere to be seen, Justin and Brittany were all the way in the back towards the left corner of the room, and Sonelle and Kofi had been dancing to the far right corner of the room. The easiest couple that Amelia had spotted had been Cody and Layla, who had been grinding on Cody ever since she stepped out onto the dance floor. They were closest to the bar area. Every now and then, Amelia could swear she saw Cody glance at her, but perhaps it was merely what she wanted to see than what was actually happening. "Care for a drink, miss," a voice whispered to her. Amelia broke her gaze from the dancing crowd and looked up at a tall, brunette man. Giving him a courteous smile, she shook her head.
"No, sorry, I don't drink," she told him truthfully. The man nodded once.
"Well, would it be okay if I sat with you," he asked. Amelia gave a slight nod and clutched her purse tightly in her lap. The man pulled the seat out and sat himself down in it looking at Amelia. "Do you come here often," he asked once more.
"Oh, no … I'm here with a couple of friends and their boyfriends," she relayed. The man gave her a charming smile and nodded after taking a sip of his drink.
"And where's your boyfriend," he asked. Amelia gave a slight chuckle.
"I don't have one," she informed him.
"Ah," he said, "well, shame on the fellows who've missed out. You seem like quite a lovely lady, if you don't mind me saying so." Amelia's cheeks flushed a vague shade of pink as she gave the man a polite smile. The man merely chuckled before standing up. "Would you like to dance with me," he asked as he reached for her hand. Amelia opened her mouth to decline, but the man persisted, "Come on. It's much more fun than sitting here all alone." Amelia gave a slight giggle and placed her hand in the gentleman's. He lead her out onto the dance floor. The danced rather close face-to-face. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," he spoke over the music. Amelia smiled.
"I'm Amelia, and you," she asked attempting to speak over the music as well.
"I'm -" the man began before he seemed to have lost his footing but quickly caught himself.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir; I didn't even see you," came a familiar voice. Amelia looked at Cody who had moved closer to Amelia and her dance partner. The man merely gave Cody a nod and continued to dance with Amelia. After a while, Amelia distinctly heard Layla announce to Cody that she was off to get a drink, and that she would be back on the dance floor in a bit. Amelia hadn't noted Cody's response. "I'm sorry," the familiar voice had interrupted Amelia and her partner's dancing once more, "but do you mind if I cut in?" The man opened his mouth to interject; however, Amelia had spoken before he could.
"No, no, it's fine," she told the man she'd been dancing with. "He's a friend," she explained. The man raised one eyebrow and stormed off of the dance floor. Cody took hold of Amelia's hand and watched the man storm away. Amelia looked up at Cody who had held both her hands in his. "Don't you think Layla would mind," Amelia asked him as they began to sway to the rhythm of the music. Cody shook his head.
"It's just dancing," he said. Amelia shrugged slightly. Maybe it was her biased opinion, but something told her Layla hadn't liked Amelia much. The music progressed and with every second, Amelia and Cody had danced closer and closer to each other until finally, Amelia had been mimicking Layla's dancing from earlier. She felt Cody's hands on her hips as she danced up against him - her back to his chest. Cody's lips slid themselves down her neck as Amelia's eyes fluttered down. Suddenly, a sharp gasp startled Amelia. Opening her eyes once more, she saw a stunned Layla holding a drink in her hand and staring at both Cody and Amelia. Amelia moved herself off of Cody.
"What do you think you're doing," Layla shouted at her. Amelia held up her hands, not wanting to fight Layla at all.
"I'm so sorry; I never meant for it to-" Amelia stuttered.
"Oh really," Layla questioned sarcastically. "What? You cheated on him, and now you want him back because he has a girlfriend; is that your whole story now? What? One guy isn't good enough for you, you little whore," Layla continued to shout this time giving Amelia a slight push. "You enjoy wrecking relationships, is that it," Layla shouted once more giving Amelia another push. Amelia glared at her. Her blood rushing through her veins and her fingers curling themselves into a fist. Layla laughed noticing Amelia's stance, "Oh! That's glorious, you want to hit me now? Do you see that, Cody-" she was stopped by the impact of Amelia's fist to her mouth which sent Layla tumbling back.
Layla grabbed at her jaw and felt for blood at her lip - there was a great deal there. Layla threw her drink at Amelia staining the entire front of her dress before leaping on her and sending both herself and Amelia onto the ground. Both girls had wrestled around on the ground. There were shrieks and yelling from the neighbouring crowd. Several drinks spilled on the two as they continued their fighting. Layla kneed Amelia in her stomach where Amelia gave her a black-eye. Suddenly, two arms secured themselves around Amelia's torso. Amelia kicked and fussed trying to get back at Layla, who had done the same. A voice whispered to her, "Alright, alright. Shh." Amelia watched Layla being carried out by the bouncer.
"We're through, Cody," she screamed at him. "Through, do you hear me! You can live it up with that little bitch while she whores around behind your back with every other guy she sees," she continued to scream before finally they'd brought her outside. The bouncer had rounded up Cody and Amelia as well as the entire party, including Kofi and Sonelle, Justin and Brittany as well as Punk and Khaila, and dismissed them from the club. The other couples headed off into their different ways - Kofi and Sonelle to her apartment, Justin and Brittany to his hotel suite, Punk and Khaila to their house and Cody and Amelia to Amelia's apartment. Amelia's face had now been tear stained and bruised lightly. Her lip had been cut and she felt as if she were about to throw up at any moment now from the hit she'd received to her stomach. Her dress was now stained and smelt strongly of a type of liquor, she'd never been familiar with in her life. Neither Cody nor Amelia spoke to one another during the course of the entire car ride. Stopping at the apartment, they'd both entered into Amelia's bedroom. Amelia could feel her body shaking.
Everything that Layla had screamed, the fact that all she did for Cody was ruin his relationship, and the fact that she'd just gotten the living daylights beaten out of her truly took a toll. "Amelia," Cody spoke as she slammed down her purse and kicked off her heels angrily. She was still upset at the things Layla had shouted across the entire club; moreover, she was upset with herself for what she'd done, which was wreck Cody's love life. She really couldn't help herself, could she? "Amelia," Cody spoke again, this time a bit more forcefully. She continued to ignore him; hurriedly taking out her earrings and sliding her bracelets off her hands so quickly that some of them had popped inducing beads to fall onto the floor. "Amelia, look at me," Cody said as he took hold of her hand. Amelia stared up into his eyes with her eyes swimming in tears.
"I'm fine," she muttered. Cody gave her a slight chuckle.
"No, you're hurt," he whispered to her.
"No, no, I'm fine," she said, "It's just a cut lip." She shrugged and attempted to pull away from Cody.
"Hang on, let me see it," he said once more in a hushed tone, placing both hands on her cheeks. Amelia stopped struggling and gave into the help Cody had offered. He gently touched her cheekbone and she flinched a bit. "You have a bruise there," he noted. He brought his face closer to Amelia's and she could feel his breath on her lips. "I can fix that," he whispered to her concerning her cut lip. Amelia gave him a gentle smile. Hesitantly, he brought his lips closer to hers. Amelia leaned in slowly as well. Their lips brushed against one another's, but before anything else could happen, a ringing noise had sounded from the bedroom. Cody let out a slight sigh and dropped his hands from her face, proceeding into the bedroom to answer his ringing phone. Amelia bit on her bottom lip, forgetting entirely about her cut. Pushing aside the shower curtains, she'd figured she'd try and soak her problems away tonight once Cody had left the apartment. Just as she had begun to run the tap, she heard footsteps sound behind her. Amelia turned around. Cody approached her from the doorway slowly. She hadn't known exactly why she'd stood up as Cody approached her; she just did. Cody slipped his hands onto her cheeks once more and looked up into her tear-filled eyes. "Amelia," he whispered to her. Amelia's eyes shifted between his eyes and his lips as she listened to what he was about to say. "I love you," he whispered to her. Tears had flown out onto Amelia's cheeks as she shook her head. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve Cody to love her.
"No, Cody," she whispered to him. "I don't deserve it - I never deserved it-" she'd been interrupted by a pair of lips that had crashed onto hers. Amelia's tears flowed down her cheeks as she continued to share in this passionate kiss. Amelia could feel something wet under her feet. Apparently, Cody felt it too; however, this hadn't stopped them from continuing their kiss. She could feel Cody's hands reach for the hem of her dress as he began to pull it off of her body. Amelia's fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off of his well-sculpted torso. In a moment's time, Amelia could feel her last article of clothing - her bra - snap off and be thrown next to the pile of Cody's clothes. With their lips still intensely locking onto one another's, Amelia felt Cody's hands lead her to something. Their kiss had finally broken for this second as Cody seated himself in the tub that was now overflowing with water. With a smirk, Amelia shut off the tap and crawled herself on top of him, and with this, their episode of pleasure had begun only to be ended several moments later. As she rested her head against Cody's chest, with her once spiky hair now completely pushed down, she asked him in a breathless tone, "Cody?"
Cody, whose hand had been rubbing her bare and wet back now, answered, "Yes." Wrapping her arms around his torso, Amelia closed her eyes.
"I never stopped loving you, you know," she whispered to him. A small smirk came over Cody's face as he rubbed her back slower.
Leaving a kiss on the top of her head, Cody closed his eyes and held her closer whispering, "I never stopped either." And with that, the couple had fallen asleep, wrapped in each other's arms finally, after a tiring four months of pondering about the love that was never lost.