Amelia's POVThis was what my mum meant when she said he'd been rehearsing a tune for days.My hands fly to my mouth and I choke back a sob as the reality of the moment hits me like a train.I've fallen for him.I can't breathe.I remove Christian's hand from my waist"Amy?""Are you okay, Mimi?"Christian and Bianca say at the same time."I just need some air. I'm fine. I'll be back in ten." I squeak, shaking my head when Christian tries to come after me because I'm already running out of the house.Where do I go?Where do I escape to?How do I even handle this?I make my way to the garden, falling to my knees as the first sob escapes my lips.The next minute, arms are wrapping around me and pulling me to my feet.I know who it is.I can feel myself falling into the embrace even as my mind tells me that this shouldn't be happening.The house is filled with guests. So many people.I try to release myself from his grip, but his arms are like steel around my waist, pulling me back to h

Amelia"You're not running for the hills." He observes. I shake my head, unable to say more. Because even after everything I know, even now when I look at him, all I want to do is stay. But wanting to do and doing are worlds apart. "Not even when I tell you that my mother didn't walk into the rehabilitation center of her own free will and that she overdosed, unable to grasp that her ex husband was remarrying?"My mouth gapes "The press said it was a–""The manager said, good girl. Telling the world that media heartthrob, Faye Smith is a attention seeking self serving manipulative drug addict who didn't like being jilted sounds a whole lot worse than being a druggie because of the stress accompanying celebrity living." I'm never going to envy celebrities ever again. He must see my thoughts clearly expressed on my face because he smiles, even though it's dull. Tormented. "Aren't you glad you dodged the bullet. Said no and saved yourself from this mess?" He gestures to himself, th

Amelia"Wow"That's all Bianca has said since I spilled my guts to her. We're lying on our backs on my bed and staring at the roof of my bed. "Told you I'm crazy.""You're not crazy.""So you think it's okay?"She turns to face me "Do you think it's okay?" I frown at her "You're supposed to have all the answers.""I think you have me mixed up with you. You are the love expert."I snicker "Yeah, from fictional books and watching you and Adam run around in circles. I've never been in love–" I pause "–I don't even know if this is love." She rolls her eyes and sighs "I can't tell you what to do. Because I don't know how you're feeling. I mean, I understand falling for Angel, because have you seen him?" This time I roll my eyes and she chuckles "But, I can't tell you if what you're feeling is right or wrong. Logically speaking, the only reason you're even related is because your parents got married. But things aren't as easy as that.""I know" "And he's gone. So you have two options,

Amelia’s POVThe drive to the hospital is quiet but not uncomfortable, if you overlook the brewing tension between Miguel and I. I can see the questions he wants to ask on the tip of his tongue, but he stops himself right before they can tumble out of his mouth. And yeah, did I tell you about his gorgeous ever present lip ring? I mean, I was addicted to that accessory long before I even started liking him. As I'm in the passenger seat this time around, it puts the symbol of my eternal torment in my line of sight. Miguel looks really happy to finally be sitting behind the wheel and I can't help the smile that makes it's way to my lip as he taps away on the wheel absentmindedly. We both reach to turn up the volume of the music at the same time, our fingers brushing for the second time, only this time we longer before slowly pulling away, a reminder of the tension building in the air. Of unsaid words hanging between us. When we arrive at the hospital and he takes my hand at the entran

Amelia"Good girl?" Miguel kisses my clit one more time and moves up my body to stare at me. This is the worst time to call me a good girl, I want to say but I'm speechless. And I can't move because my legs feel like jelly. The architect of my jelly legs takes in my expression and a smug smirk finds it's way to his lips "You okay?""Mmhmm" He chuckles, leaning down to kiss my mouth and I can taste myself on him. It's foreign but not unwelcome, because I'm already pulling him to me and deepening the kiss. I grip his shirt "Take this off" I say against his mouth and he pulls away briefly to tug off his shirt before he's coming back to kiss me hard and deep. I wrap my legs around him, and that's when I feel his crotch pressed against my core. I rock into it, causing him to groan into my mouth. And it makes me feel light-headed. I want more. I need more. I start undoing the zip of his jeans when his hands reach out to stop me. I open my eyes to see him staring at me. "Amy–" My nam