9

Amelia's pov

I licked my lips, lifting one of my brow. " You know, where I am from, this is considered bullying and harassment."

Look away Amelia. Don't stare into his stunning eyes. They'll trap you and make you feel things you've never felt before.

One of his thick brows angled up in an amused arch. "Hmm. Where I am from, it mostly means I want to be friends with you."

My nose wiggled as if I had smelt something nasty, which was the lies coming from his pillowy looking lips. "Bullshit. You don't want to be friends with me."

His eyes danced and his eyes fall to my lips. "You're right. I don't want to be friends with you Amelia," the tip of his tongue draw out of his mouth and he brush it across his bottom lip, causing a stir in my soul. " I want something more."

My heart skipped a sharp beat at his words and I interlocked my fingers, licking my rather dry lips as I looked away. " Well you better give up now, because you won't get it anything more."

I heard his breathy snort before