Chapter 12: Are You Jealous?

Amelia's POV

We get out of the car and Sylvester grabs a hold of my hand. "Personal space much?" I joke.

"You think I'd want to be this close to you? If we're six feet apart, they're never going to believe us." He explains.

I laugh and say, "At least your hand isn't sweaty."

"That's because I'm not nervous yet." He says, looking away.

"We're going to be fine. As long as they don't make us kiss." I add.

"Don't worry. I'd never in a million years kiss your nasty lips." He says smirking.

"Good. Let's keep it that way." I say, pretending to kiss his cheek.

He dodges me, and I almost trip forward. He immediately wraps an arm around my waist, and I say, "Shit. Forgot I was wearing heels."

"I will never understand how you can survive walking on sticks." He says chuckling.

"I like looking taller." I say smiling.

He bites back a smile and continues guiding me around the building. We make it to the entrance of a large ball room, and he unenthusiastically says,

"They have a buffet!" I