Your Little Secret Read Free Page B

without you."
    "And me, you babe. Listen I'm at the office, I'll send some money your way when I get a chance, I can't talk much here. I'll text you okay? I miss you so much baby. It's not forever Amber, you know that, right?" Connor was prompted by the silence that fell between them. "Amber? You there?"
    "Yeah, sorry. No, I understand babe. I told you not to worry about sending me money. I'll be fine."
    "I still have to care for you, Amber. You're still my life baby. Just you," Connor placated her, attempting to keep their relationship strong.
    "It's so good to hear your voice, Connor. I want you. If you know what I mean," she said, biting down hard on her lip as she remembered the last time they slept together.
    "Amber stop, I can't talk like that now," he said through a laugh. "I love you angel. I'll call you soon. I love you."
    "I love you too, so much."
    "Bye baby," he whispered, and the line went dead. She kept the handset to her ear just in case he hadn't gone yet, but the three beeps that sounded, proved otherwise. She heard the front door slam and she jumped in shock. She wasn't even dressed yet.
     
    ***
     
    Ethan walked into the house he knew all too well and placed his bag of McDonald's on the kitchen worktop. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard and unwrapped his double sausage and egg McMuffin. He tilted his head to the side, as he watched the tap above the kitchen sink drip slowly. He mentally told himself to fix that for Amber on his next day off and placed his muffin on a plate. 'Like a G6' was playing so loud, and the house shook slightly with every base tone. He rolled his eyes at Amber but knew exactly where she was - the shower. He grabbed the broom that sat in the kitchen and walked into the living room. He bashed the ceiling three times with the end of the broom.
    "There are neighbours y'know Amber!" He waited for an answer and bashed once more, but still got no answer. Sod it, if she was naked so be it. He marched up the stairs being careful to dodge the broken one and reminded himself to fix that too. Once he reached the bathroom door he bashed hard on it.
    "Amber open this fucking door, girl!" Ethan screamed and he heard her turn the music down slightly.
    "Better now, dick?" she shouted from the bathroom and he heard her turn off the shower.
    "Don't get me wrong, Ambi, I do love that song, but not at that level and having to tell you off like I'm your parent," he sighed, and watched as she opened the door and rushed past him in just her towel. He watched as her wet hair fell down her back and he had to mentally punish himself for staring.
    "Um," he said stammering. "Your breakfast is here."
    "Sausage, egg and cheese bagel?" she asked her head tilted to the side.
    "Yep," he nodded back.
    "With an extra -" She turned with an all knowing grin on her lips.
    "With an extra hash brown, you forget how long I've known you, babe," he interrupted and watched her face light up.
    "We'll talk about your chat when you come downstairs. Hurry up, I'm not waiting for you," he said, his blue eyes scanning hers. Closing her bedroom door behind him, he retreated back downstairs.
    Feeling her stomach alert her to her hunger again, Amber toweled most of the moisture from her body before grabbing her underwear. This time she took the safer option of just plain black knickers and a plain black bra. Who did she have to surprise now that Connor was gone? Trying to towel dry the majority of her hair, she quickly gave up and tied it into a loose bun before finding jeans and t-shirt. Doing so in such a rush, she tripped on the power cord for her phone sending it flying across the room and then stepped on the plug for her hair dryer.
    Admitting defeat to the day being a success, she hurried downstairs and mastered the stairs without a trip or a stumble. She counted her lucky stars when she sat at the table, her breakfast out ready for her.
    “Where’s my postcard?” Ethan quipped sarcastically as he finished his bite of his