Slowly

Despite all the fun in the taxi, or perhaps in part at least because of it, Amelia found she just couldn't calm down. There were butterflies in her stomach, tingling all up and down her arms and they hadn't even gotten in the door yet. They broke apart long enough to leave the taxi and gather their belongings, before Zack with a bit more of a skip in his step than usual, opened the door for her.

Coats were hung, shoes were removed and Zack went off into the kitchen to fix a couple of drinks and prepare things for activities of the evening. Amelia soon found herself curled up on the sofa, glass of wine in hand idly browsing her her streaming service of choice for something to put on in the background as things played out tonight, aiming for something not overly distracting but equally not something that required their full attention.

With something suitable selected, she was now left alone with her thoughts and what was about to happen. The butterflies began again and part of her wondered why she had agreed. She liked the guy, it just seemed fun and stupidly she had finally agreed.. It wasn't perhaps the enthusiasm Zack had dreamed of the moment, but it wasn't the ****, resigned “fine, if it will shut you up” he'd often feared in previous relationships. She took a few deep breaths to settle herself, nerves, excitement and everything in between threatening to overwhelm her, she finally centred herself. Until she heard the unmistakable sounds of the aerosol can