Backstepping
Amelia awoke to the sound of her cell vibrating against something hard like wood. She softly groaned as she stretched out, her hand feeling out for the small device and snatching it off the night stand.
[TEXT received: The Captain] Davidson where are you?
She rubbed at her eyes and noticed the time. “Damnit,” she hissed under her breath. It was already eight.
[TEXT sent: The Captain] Sorry sir. Stayed out with a friend. On my way home now.
She sat up and looked down at the sleeping Peter Parker next to her. She still couldn’t believe she actually woke up next to him. They did. They slept together. For a moment, she stared at his sleeping form before she quietly got up from the bed, got dressed, and left. Duty called (or rather texted). She’d get in touch with Peter as soon as she had a break.
It was nearly one that afternoon when she finally had a break, and she decided (nervously) call him. She just...hoped he’d answer...and that he wasn’t upset with her...
