The weak woman

Amelia got ready to leave for Freddie’s house. She got to the living room and met James all dressed up too.

“I’m going with you.” He said, and she shook her head and walked up to him.

“Babe, you have a meeting with an important client in thirty minutes time. You should go there. I can sort this out myself.” She said to him, and he shook his head.

“No, I want to be with you on this one, okay? You don’t have to do it on your own.”

Amelia exhaled and cupped his face in her palms. “Trust me, Freddie. I can do this alone. I’ll tell you everything when I get back. I won’t keep a single thing from you.”

James lowered his head and slowly nodded.

“You’re telling me everything, without removing anything, okay?” He uttered, and she bounced her head.

“I promise.” She lifted her pinky finger and wagged it, waiting for him to touch it with his.

Instead he pulled her hand to his mouth and planted a soft kiss on it. “You smell so good.” He mumbled against her skin, sniffing hard.

Amelia laug