IDIOT

-----~[AMELIA]~-----

After a long while, they finally left. I am now left alone in the sitting-room typing briskly into my phone with every nervousness as my entire mind is wandering around the stunning fellow who just stepped Into the apartment hours ago.

I am stupid right? Yes. I am definitely stupid. I am fucking insane. I am nuts!!

I wonder. Why the fuck is it so damned hard to take the thoughts of him away from my mind? An excitement I haven't felt in quite a long while is raging through my entire system with the thought that he is somewhere upstairs, probably discussing stuff, with my husband.

I sigh deeply staring blankly at my phone screen. I don't think my attention is here right now. My mind is somewhere else. Why the hell am I this jumbled up about his arrival? This intense heavy amusing feeling I am getting, this extreme elatedness I am feeling because of his presence in here, god, what is wrong with me?

If My husband could read thoughts I am pretty sure I will be skin