Chapter 45

Amelia

"Are you good?" I ask Miguel as we lie on my bed, his head on my chest and my hand softly stroking his hair.

I've had to lock my door more because he's been spending almost all of his nights in my room. Half of my closet has been cleared out because he forgets his clothes here and showers here, to my immense satisfaction.

"Is it okay to be scared?"He murmurs, drawing circles absentmindedly on my exposed abdomen.

Exams are starting tomorrow and he's been working even harder than I have towards it. He finally got around to telling Bianca and her reaction was as easy as she is. You'd think we told her the time. Since then, we've been working with Jennifer and the teachers whose subjects he's finding most difficult. He's had two panic attacks and I was by his side for each one. So I can understand his worry even though everything else has been smooth.

He hasn't pushed me on the topic of telling our parents about us, but I know it's because he's been busy obsessing over the exa