I am away for the next fortnight so writing will pause until after my travels. Please enjoy and review. Have a lovely Easter all! Lauren xx

Chapter Five

"Hey Babe," Jamie greeted Georgie warmly as she pushed open the front door.

Georgie gave a lazy wave and slipped her bag off her shoulder, draping it across the sofa.

In hindsight she knew Jamie would be annoyed by this carefree action. Known for quite particular, almost OCD tendencies at times, Jamie ran a tight ship in their rented apartment. Everything was sufficiently organised and had its own place.

But it had been one of those days and to be quite honest, Georgie really didn't give a shit.

She wandered into the kitchen and began to fill up the kettle. She could see Jamie had his laptop out on the table.

"Has it been a 'work from home' day?"

"Mhmmm…" Jamie murmured, eyes focused on the screen as he furiously tapped away at the keyboard. "The deadline for my thesis is due in a week's time. I've got to complete it this weekend before it drives me crazy."

Georgie was only half listening. She was so used to Jamie working at his laptop, seeing him without it these days would be strange for her. She blinked as the water reached boiling point and the kettle clicked noisily.

"Do you want a brew?" She asked him, to which he shook his head.

"I'll pass on the tea, thanks."

Georgie winced. A simple 'yes' or 'no' would have sufficed but no, Jamie always had to make a point of speaking in a full sentence, whilst subtly correcting her northern slang.

It pissed her off to no end and if she wasn't so wiped out from such a long shift, Georgie would have wound him up further by dropping in more Manchester sayings into their conversation.

She was proud of her roots. Who was he to say otherwise?

As she began to fill her mug up with the hot water, watching the brown of the tea bag swirl around the cup, she felt Jamie's arms snake around her waist as he came to stand behind her.

"How was work?" Jamie mumbled, nuzzling into her neck.

"Long, hectic, messy…do you want me to continue?"

This play out of affection upon her return from work was a regular thing.

Georgie would arrive after an unreasonable amount of hours of work, she would find Jamie working as normal. After a little time, he would look up from his laptop and realise she was actually in the room and start to shower her with love and affection.

It would normally lead them to the bedroom, where the sex was fine, yes, but it was just normal. Routine. So…Jamie. The same positions, the same foreplay. It lasted the same amount of time. It would always end with a mumbled "I love you" from Jamie. Then he would roll over and sleep for a while, long enough for Georgie to slip on something more comfortable, finish off her (now cold) brew and find something trashy to watch on Netflix.

Isn't that what love was supposed to be though? Comfortable…safe….

But today, as Georgie felt his hands routinely move up her body, reach for her buttons and begin to slowly undo them, one by one, Georgie knew one thing. She wasn't in the mood.

She grabbed Jamie's hands, gently pushing them away.

"Jamie, can we…just not right now okay?"

Georgie turned around and looked at him, knowing he was trying his best to not look disappointed.

"I'm just so tired. It was a horrendous shift to be honest." Lies…

"All I need right now is a good shower and I'll be feeling more myself." Still lying…

Luckily Jamie slowly nodded his head. Of course he would. Good old reliable Jamie.

"Go on. Go and have your shower and get yourself back to normal." He said dismissively. As if to confirm he was okay by the change of plan, Jamie went straight back to the table and started tapping on his laptop again.

-OG-

Once in the safety of the bathroom, Georgie shut the door, carefully locking it behind her. She sat on the edge of the bath and slipped her work top over her head.

She stared at the black writing, scrawled across her arm. Christ, if Jamie had seen it, how would she have explained that one?

After his declaration of feelings which had stunned Georgie into silence, Elvis had insisted on seeing her again.

"Please Georgie. I know what you must think of me with Laura and her Mom. But I swear, I can explain everything. You just need to hear me out."

A panicked look had crossed Elvis' face when he spied Debbie outside in search of him but nevertheless, he turned back to Georgie and grabbed her hand. He pushed her sleeve up and pulled the pen from her top pocket.

"This is my number. Call me. We can meet up. I will explain. I owe you that much. Please Georgie."

And with that, he left the room.

With the hot shower running, Georgie stepped under the shower, allowing the water to rush down her back, soothing her thoughts.

She didn't know what to do. A part of her was still cross with Elvis for keeping his 'family' a secret from her that night they slept together. But was she just as bad not telling him about her fiancé?

Georgie watched the black digits begin to blur on her skin as the water took control, erasing any memory of her guilt and infidelity.

If only bathroom walls could talk…