CHAPTER 22 - Day with Clayton

Amarah waited for Clayton that afternoon after telling her when they had lunch that he will fetch her so they can go home together. She looked at her reflection on the mirror and gently patted her hair down to keep it in place.

She couldn’t explain it well, the feeling she’s having whenever she is near his presence.

She knew that she should hate him, just a little bit longer for whatever he did to her. But, when Amarah tried thinking back to that day where he had kissed her without asking permission, she felt her insides melting. Clayton’s kiss had taken her by surprise, overpowering her senses that she remembered just standing there, immobile. His lips plundered hers in a deep kiss, feeling his mouth molding into hers, attacking her but gently.

She raised a hand to her lips, briefly touched it and shook her head at whatever thoughts had gone inside her head.

“You really should do something about your hair, Arah,” Tracy piped