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Amy moaned softly as she stirred, turning over onto her side. She reached out blindly with one arm, expecting to come into contact with his warm form. But he wasn't there.
She fluttered her eyes open slowly, the drowsiness from her slumber washing away. She was alone in the bed, Adam's side cool enough to tell her he hadn't been there for awhile.
"Adam?" She sat up with the blanket pressed against her bosom as she peered toward the open bedroom door. She realized she could vaguely hear the shower running in the nearby bathroom.
Releasing the blanket, Amy rose and padded out into the hallway to the lavatory. Without knocking, she opted to let herself into the small, steamy room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
From the looks of it, Adam didn't know he wasn't alone. That suited the redhead just fine, though. As quietly as she could manage, she inched toward the shower, then pushed the curtain back and stepped inside.
"Hey," the wet blond man said. "I didn't hear you." He was in the middle of rinsing his hair.
Amy smiled almost shyly as she stood closer so that the spray of hot water sluiced over her nude form. She eyed him fondly, taking in the sight of him. It was ever so inviting, and she didn't have to do anything more as he gently but firmly pulled her closer, dipping his head to capture her lips in a wet, hot, passionate kiss.
He let out a soft, low grumble from the throat as her hands were on him. She felt so very good in his embrace, and even better as he hefted her up and she straddled him.
"Good morning, by the way," she murmured hotly in his left ear. She moaned as she felt him enter her and start to thrust softly, then harder.
Their kisses grew more demanding as their lust and desire increased. Amy ran both her hands through his wet long hair, savoring the sensations shooting through her.
"Oh, yes... Oh, yes," she moaned, clinging to him even more tightly. She was close, so very close in so short a time.
"Oh, lord..." he murmured. She felt so nice and tight around him, and he was about to spiral over the edge.
They both reached the brink simultaneously, their cries of pleasure reverberating through the small bathroom. It lasted a pleasurable few minutes as they continued clinging to one another.
Afterward, Adam set the redhead back on her feet gently, kissing her as she smiled up at him. And he began to help wash her, affection evident in his every touch.
Moments later, their joint shower over, they stepped out of the tub to dry off. Amy was in the middle of toweling her damp red hair when it happened...
Adam dropped to his knees, clutching his head, and he almost appeared to be in the midst of a seizure.
"Adam! Oh, my God..." she breathed. She knew it was another vision, and she thought she would have been used to witnessing them by now, but she wasn't, judging by her reaction.
The blond man reached for the side of the tub, gripping it so tightly that his knuckles went white. The pain was blinding and searing as the vision rushed through his head.
He saw a man... a car... Amy's car, her old Dodge Stratus. The man was faceless to him, as he could only make out the body and no features. He was looking into the vehicle, as if a mechanic... No, that wasn't quite it.
Minutes later, although it seemed like hours, it was over. Adam's breath was heavy as his eyes came back into focus, and he saw Amy kneeling above him, concern flooding her eyes.
"My God..."
"Adam! Are you all right?" the beautiful redhead asked, a slight quaver in her voice.
He gazed over her, realizing his vision had apparently spooked her. He hated that. He reached up and grasped her arm gently but firmly.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine." He stood back up, all business now as he strode out of the bathroom. All of his visions troubled him, but this one disturbed him even more so, in a different way.
Amy trailed after him, back out into the hallway and to the bedroom.
"Adam?" she called.
He quickly got dressed and ran a hand through his shaggy blond hair. He knew what he had to do, but he didn't want to say anything to the gorgeous woman at his heels. It would only startle her further. No... He had to be discreet about this.
Amy crept up closer to him.
"Please talk to me," she said softly.
"I have to go," he said just as softly, hating that moment.
"What? Why? We just got up."
Adam nodded as he slipped his feet into a pair of worn sneakers.
"I know... But it's urgent. I'm sorry," he said as he reached for his cell phone. He leaned down to kiss her. She responded in kind, though she still had a perplexed expression on her face afterward. "Look, why don't we meet at the diner in about an hour? We'll have breakfast."
Amy nodded, reaching out for his hand. She couldn't help but feel relieved when he grasped her much smaller one and caressed her fingers for a beat.
"Okay." She wished he would share the latest vision with her, but it was obvious he had no intention of doing so. She wondered if it was a particularly bad one and if he would share the details with her later. Maybe this time, it didn't even involve her. She only wished she could tell.
Adam gave her one more fond look before he quickly left the house. As he walked, he reached for his cell phone at his belt clip, flipped it open and dialed a number.
"Shawn, hi... Listen, I need a favor, and it's absolutely urgent."