Spencer was fixing Amaya's sink and hoped she hadn't seen him checking his phone for the instructions Sam was texting him. It was hard for him to concentrate because Amaya was sitting on her sofa in front of her coffee table working on an article she was writing. It wasn't her working that was distracting. It was her wearing nothing but black socks and a long black cardigan that stopped just at the top of her creamy brown thighs he longed to touch. It was more pressure being added to the somewhat awkwardness of being in each other's presence after they had sex the night before. The morning after syndrome, but he couldn't help but want to be there. He was surprised that she would call him and sound completely calm over the phone.

"Hey, Spencer?" she said and he turned towards her and tried to restart his heart because it had stopped for a moment when he saw how sheer her cardigan was against her bare breasts. "I'm going to make green tea. Do you want some?"

"Yeah…" he said as his phone buzzed and it was Sam giving him more instructions. He was trying to hide that he was checking his phone, but dropped it when he saw her legs as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Oh, I'll get it…" Amaya said as bent over and picked up his phone and saw the text from Sam telling him how to fix her sink. She thought it was cute and smiled as she handed his phone to him. "You know…I think it's sweet that you would pretend to know how to fix a sink to impress me." she said as he stood up with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Well…" he said, but was stopped by Amaya pressing her index finger against his lips and he longed to suck that digit into his mouth just to taste her again.

"I have a confession to make…sort of. I mean, it's not anything like I already knew how to fix my sink or anything like that. I would have just looked it up on the internet how to do that. I just wanted to get you down here to be with you after an amazing night last night. I mean, when I called, I thought we were going to do the whole awkward morning after great sex thing. I guess I'm trying to go in reverse and get to know you a little more. It's silly…I know." she said with an embarrassed blush and he thought it was cute.

"No. It's not silly. When you called me, I figured you weren't feeling awkward with me being here after last night. I like being with you. I mean, I pretended to know how to fix your sink to be with you. I'm getting my instructions from a teenage girl…"

"Well, tell Sam, thank you for me." Amaya said with a laugh as she went into the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of water and poured it into the tea kettle and turned the eye on the stove on. She grabbed two mugs and a small teapot and filled the mesh strainer with dried tea leaves. "Come take a break with me." she said as they walked to her sofa and she saved her article before closing out the window. Spencer also took notice of the other distraction, the internet radio station she was listening to as she worked…erotic lounge.

"You're working very hard. What's the article about?" Spencer said feeling as if he had to talk about something to stop himself from grabbing her and taking her on her sofa. It was so hard not talking about the amazing sex they had, but he didn't want to be the one to bring it up.

"It's a review for the fashion show. It turned out pretty well and for it being my first fashion show in Seattle, I'm impressed. Who knew that Seattle had such a thriving fashion community? Anyway, you're going to have to take me to a gallery opening."

"Yeah…too bad none of my stuff will be in the gallery…" he said ruefully, and Amaya looked curious. "Let's just say a lot of other artists aren't really a fan of my work…"

"Well, that's bullshit. They're a bunch of idiots for not seeing what I see." Amya said and he let out a humorless chuckle. "You're sculptures are fucking amazing. It's like you capture the silly nature in all of us adults that we sometimes forget when we're stressed out and overwhelmed."

"I don't know…sometimes, I think my work isn't developed enough. Do you know that point in your career when you really look at yourself and you reconsider taking that other career path? I mean, I love being an artist, but…sometimes, I wonder if I should have been a lawyer. It would be more financially secure years from now, at least." Spencer said feeling as if he had just stripped naked and bared himself to her.

"I don't think I see you as a lawyer. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure you'd be a great one. I think you're happier as an artist. Believe me, I was doubting myself a lot in the beginning of my career. Fashion isn't such an easy industry. I started out as an errand girl…to the assistant of a fashion designer. I'm talking way at the bottom of the food-chain. You just have to know that no matter how much shit you go through, it's got to be worth it one day. People will love your work."

"Thanks, Amaya." Spencer said as she smiled brightly at him. The back of his mind was yelling at him that this was too good to be true. A beautiful woman loving his art. He knew he would have to wake up from this dream soon, but he would stay ignorant for now. There was a moment of silence between them and he felt comfortable enough to not say anything for now. He just let the erotic sound of the music highlight the comfortable silence. He looked over at Amaya as saw that she had leaned back against she sofa and propped her feet up on the coffee table.

Suddenly, the kettle whistled causing them to jump and she hopped off the sofa and went to the kitchen. She pulled the kettle from the heat and poured it into the teapot. They were waiting for the tea to steep and Spencer couldn't help but stare at her swaying against the counter to a song.

"Spencer…" Amaya said as she stared at him. "I have to take you to Chicago one day. Your art career would explode there. Not that I would try to move you from your home or anything. Especially, now since you're raising Carly."

"I've been toying with the idea of moving. After Carly graduates high school, was when I was thinking of doing it, but…I don't think I could do that, now."

"How come?" Amaya asked before she realized why. "I get it. It's hard leaving home. I miss Chicago. I think about home all the time. But I'm happy to be here in Seattle. It's a great place and the people are nice. Plus, I have relatives here. You're going to have to show me more of the nightlife here." she said before she gasped. "I love this song!" she said as she ran to her computer and turned up the volume and began dancing. "I love, love, love, Thunderball." she said as she danced her way back to the kitchen. Spencer watched as she poured the tea into the mugs. "Honey?" she asked as she held up a bottle of honey and Spencer had to stop himself from wanting to pour that honey all over her body and licking it off.

"Uh…yeah…" he said as she added honey to the steaming tea and handed him a mug. "Thanks." he said as he watched her sway to the music. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with another text from Sam. "I should get started on your sink again…"

"Well, you don't have to fix my sink anymore. I can try to fix it later. I did lure you down here under false pretenses, after all." Amaya joked. "Ooh, we could fix the sink together." she said as Spencer nodded. "I'll go change."

"I like what you have on." Spencer said and Amaya laughed as he looked embarrassed after he had said it. "I mean…" he began but was cut off by Amaya kissing him.

"You'll like it better on the floor…" she whispered, seductively, in his ear before pulling away and walking to her room. He stood there trying to recover from the kiss.