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    "Do you want me to get you some breakfast from McDonald's?" Ethan asked as he pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. He pulled out twenty quid and waited patiently for an answer. Amber opened the bathroom door, standing in only the blue shirt Connor left her, the top three buttons casually undone. She slumped against the doorframe, biting her lip, giving him the most seductive look she could muster. He knew it was meant playfully, it always was, but for him the intrinsic pull between them strengthened.
    "What do you think, handsome?" she purred, seduction caressing her tone.
    Why did she do this to him? He couldn't understand. Especially, when all he ever wanted to do was kiss her beautiful skin from head to toe, and never let her leave his side. He wanted to quite literally keep her captive with him.
    She walked over to him and jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she kissed his soft dirty blonde hair. She loved the intimacy of their relationship. There were no strings attached, no emotional implications.
    Breaking the sexual tension beginning to build within him, Ethan spoke up, “Do you want breakfast or not?”
    "Please?" She begged leaning back, her arms wrapped around his neck. “My tummy’s beginning to talk to me.” She said back in his hold, “I’m sorry for being a sad bear; I promise I’ll be better, but right now I want to eat junk food and wallow.” She tilted her head to the side, “Can you help a girl do that?”
    “Well,” Ethan began to ponder, screwing his face up in thought. He then threw her onto the bed, “If you can be dressed by the time I get back.”
    “I’ll make sure I’m entirely naked and sitting at the dining room table,” she quipped sarcastically, giggling at his disapproval.
    “You will be the death of me one day,” Ethan told her, pointing to her with the hand that had the now screwed up twenty pound note in. “I will be half an hour tops, lady. I want you showered and dressed; you’re kicking up a fuss.”
    “Fine,” she groaned at him and sat up as he turned to leave, “Eth?”
    Ethan stopped and turned to her, looking at her expectantly.
    “Why hasn’t he called?” she asked her best friend, using him as her confidante. She looked up as the tears began to pool in her eyes. “I mean we’ve text loads, but when it comes to him ringing me he just doesn’t.”
    “Hey now,” Ethan stepped towards her again, covering the space he had just left. “Give him a call now. I won’t leave until he answers. Just give him a chance and I bet he’ll pick up the moment you ring.”  He watched her gulp at him, her eyes searching his for another alternative, “If you don’t I will, and we both know how that he hates me.”
    Amber laughed and then grabbed the iPhone from the side table, and quickly found his number, the phone sounding with each new option she clicked. Pushing the phone to her ear she looked at Ethan, holding his gaze as if it were her only lifeline, but as one ring turned into two then three she lost hope until she heard Connor’s voice. “Hey,” she whispered back, her shoulders sagging as she melted at the sound of Connor on the other end of the line, “Are you busy?”
    Ethan motioned that he would be back. He didn’t want to hear her gush lovingly down the line at her man when he could only dream it was him she was speaking to, that it was him she missed profusely. He’d rather cut his losses and leave her to have this talk rather than stick around and torture himself more.
    Amber heard Ethan slam the front door causing some of the house to shake and leaned back on her bed with a heavy sigh. "So are you settled?" she asked, feeling so uneasy.
    "Uh, yeah babe. Listen I can't really talk right now," he said with a clipped and harsh tone.
    She sat up and sighed heavily. "I haven't spoken to you for days Connor. I miss you." She held a hand to her mouth as the last words were barely a whisper. "I'm cold