Flickering candlelight gently illuminated the ceiling beams above Amber. She lay in the darkness watching the dance, a rare tranquility permeating her body. She had awakened a few minutes earlier, the call of nature warring with the desire to stay snuggled under the covers. The press of Spencer's body against her was simultaneously pleasant and foreign. Pleasant because his touch was calming and brought to mind the recent changes in their relationship. Foreign because she was used to sleeping alone and hadn't been in a bed with another person in years.
Not since that night with Todd... and you don't even know if anyone actually stayed with you...
The thought was unpleasant but lacked its usual bitterness. She mentally shoved the image away like the trash that it was and allowed herself the win.
Maybe that's progress?
Spencer shifted beside her, the warmth of his sleeping body comforting under the sheets. Amber looked over at him. His face was mostly lost in shadow, but she could just make out that his lids were closed and his mouth was partially open. As a gentle current of his breath caressed her shoulder, random snatches of memory floated through her head. His half smile whenever he caught her looking at him. His goofy evil mastermind voice. The way he had weathered her father's rocky introduction. Loving him under the moonlight at his secret spot.
She drifted in and out of these memories amid the tactile sensations of the sheets. A subtle smile rose on her lips. But eventually, the call of nature beckoned once more. Sighing, she reached over to her nightstand and picked up her glasses. She grabbed for her phone to see what time it was, but it wasn't there. She thought for a moment and realized it was probably downstairs in her purse. Sitting up on her elbows, she looked over Spencer's body at the clock on his side of the bed: 1:13. She then glanced at the candle and realized she should probably extinguish it. Slipping her nude body out from between the sheets, she headed around the bed to use the bathroom.
After washing up, she stopped by Spencer's nightstand and looked down at him. He lay on his side, his head on his pillow with one arm snaked underneath. The other lay over her spot as if seeking to comfort her. She licked her fingertips and pinched out the candle with a sizzle. The room darkened considerably, lit only by the crimson glow of his clock and hints of moonlight peeking around the edges of the window blinds. She was about to head back around the bed when she thought again of her phone. Concerned that the alarm might wake others in the house, she headed towards the hallway and paused again, this time thinking of her state of undress. She peeked out the door, but the house was dark and quiet.
Elise must not be home. Spencer did say she likes to stay out late. Or maybe she's at Nicolette's place?
Deciding to forego dressing just to look for her phone, Amber slipped out the door and down the hallway, a slight thrill running through her. She descended the gorgeous staircase and across the living room towards the table near the entryway, her feet pattering as they transitioned to the tilework. She found her purse and reached in to grab her phone only to find it wasn't there. She glanced inside as if that would suddenly make it appear and then at the table, perplexed.
Well, damn, where did I leave it?
She moved into the kitchen, trying to think of everywhere she had been the previous night. The goblet still sat on the counter, but the phone was not there.
She made her way back into the living room using the ghostly silver moonlight shining through the window to illuminate her way. As she was wracking her brain trying to recall where she had left her phone, she suddenly froze mid-step, her heart slightly jumping. Something had caught the attention of her subconscious, but she'd been so focused on looking around the room that she wasn't sure what had alarmed her.
What was that? Did I hear a thump? Fuck! Is Elise home after all?
She hastily glanced around the room, first towards the entryway and then back towards the staircase.
Wouldn't that be just my luck? Caught buck-naked wandering around her house at night... as if our interactions weren't awkward enough...
She pictured the scenario:
Her tiptoeing around the living room like a stereotypical cat burglar, only completely nude rather than wearing a bodysuit, when Elise walks in, switching all the lights on and staring. "What are you doing?" she would ask, her accent making the question sound like "vaht".
"Oh, hey, Elise!" she'd say nonchalantly, straightening up and giving a quick wave. "Just me, Amber. No worries. I'm poking around your house looking for my phone. I'm in my birthday suit 'cuz I just had sex with your brother a while ago. Nothin' to see here. Just trying my best to make sure every time we meet is as awkward as fucking possible. How am I doing at that?"
But as she listened, ready to grab a pillow or blanket or simply die from embarrassment, there was nothing further. The upstairs landing remained shrouded in shadow and no noise (if that was even what it was) was evident.
Maybe it was an animal outside? Or a house creak?
As her heart rate slowed, she began to think more rationally. She then smiled to herself.
Knowing what I know about Elise, she probably wouldn't bat an eye even if she did come home and unexpectedly find me like this.
She continued searching around the room, her mood shifting from potential embarrassment to annoyance before finally spotting it on the end table by the couch. "There you are, you elusive SOB," she muttered. She couldn't remember setting it there, but that wasn't surprising. This hunt was not unfamiliar to her; she often joked that her phone had legs of its own. She picked it up, tapped the alarm icon, and disabled it. No longer concerned about waking up the house at 0700, she threaded around the furniture and back up the staircase.
As she stepped onto the upper landing, something again caught her attention. Her ears pricked up. It was muffled and unidentifiable, but it was definitely a sound coming from the left.
Oh, I guess Elise is home after all!
She was just about to hurry to the right when she heard "Amber..." It was subtle, and if it weren't for the complete silence of the house, she wouldn't have heard it.
Amber whipped her head back around, her heart once again racing.
Did she just call my name?
She listened some more and thought she heard something quite faint but still couldn't make it out. She peered into the darkness but couldn't discern anything. Curiosity pulling her like the Pied Piper, she slowly padded down the hallway, grateful for the thick carpeting.
As she approached Elise's door, a flickering glow outlined the edge of the doorway. It looked to be open about two or three inches. Murmuring issued from within and, as she got closer, a muffled moan. Amber froze; this wasn't someone talking. That was the kind of moan someone made during extreme pleasure. It was now obvious that Elise was home and either talking to herself or Nicolette during an act of passion.
Amber was torn. Elektrum's voice piped up in her head. "Oof, that's a tempting peek, isn't it?"
"Fuck. I should go back to bed," Amber mentally argued with herself.
"Maybe. But why did she call your name?"
"I don't know!" Amber thought for a second but could only come up with one reason.
"Think it was an invite? Or maybe a fantasy?"
Amber listened and found herself moving another step closer to the door. She couldn't yet see inside, but another moan and the sound of something wet confirmed there was definitely something sexual happening. "Why would she invite me?" She couldn't quite see inside but could tell the glow was caused by several candles based on the amount of light her eyes were starting to detect as they adjusted to the gloom.
"She did say she thought you were cute. And let's face it, she can't possibly have missed your crushing on her. What with your staring. And the kiss." Elektrum was there with her in the dark now, leaning against the wall. This time, she wore a short white tank top that barely covered her breasts and did nothing to hide her abs. Her legs were also bare. Despite a distinct lack of ultraviolet light in the hallway, her body fluoresced in whorls of neon body art reminiscent of the photo in Spencer's office. Imaginary personas clearly defied physics.