Making her feel loved

amber POV,

Amber was finally back at her apartment. She showered and had crawled back in bed since she had gotten very little sleep the night before. She fell back asleep but couldn't get him off her mind, she tossed and turned for another hour and said “forget it”. The sun was just rising. She was not a morning person but she knew she couldn't stay with Micheal. Knew it was for the best that she had left.

A couple hours later she sat at her home office, she was trying to get work done but was not having much luck. She couldn't get her mind off of the earlier night. His hands on her and the way he felt to be in his arms. If on cue her door bell rang. She frowned, who could that be? She never had guests.

She looked through the peep hole and gasped. It was Micheal holding 2 coffees. How did he know where she lived? Why was he here? Their night together had been a mistake. A night of passion.... nothing more.

She debated on opening the door or not, just to hear him say, “I know your home Amber.” Wait, she didn't remember telling him her name. How had he found out? Her mind raced what to do, on one hand it was nice to see him again, on the other hand what the f*ck was he doing here?

She opened the door but kept the chain lock just to be safe. “Why are you here,” she asked. “That's no way to treat your fiance.” she stared at him. “Your what?” no she had not heard that right. That couldn't be what he had said.