Walking into the kitchen, I stop and stare as Miguel makes me breakfast, completely oblivious that I'm in the vicinity. He hums along to the music playing, his bare back flexing as he moves from one place to the other, his hair in a bun. My eyes lock on the angel tattoo on his shoulder blade and my thighs clench together.I'd licked that tattoo and all the others. After the first time, Miguel had fed me some of my Chinese food, because halfway, I'd managed to convince him that I wasn't hungry for food but something else. To his credit, he tried to be a gentleman and decline but in the end, he couldn't win against me. After that he'd made me a warm bath and tried to move me out of the bed but I wanted to sleep. With him spooning me of course. He didn't say no. And then because he was a morning person and I wasn't, he'd gotten up first, showered and then lovingly tried to get me out of bed. It was a struggle to finally convince me to sit in the tub this morning while he washed my hair

Jennifer Byers, our school's guidance counselor, who also insists that we call her by her first name is probably the most easygoing adult I've ever met and that's saying a lot where my mother is concerned.Her blonde hair is always in a bun, her blue eyes obscured by her dark tinted glasses and she's always wearing a shirt tucked in a pair of jeans and a smile that makes me wonder if she doesn't go through anything remotely sad in her life. Maybe that's why she became a guidance counselor. She's easy to talk to. "Hello, Jennifer." I greet when I walk into her office, shutting the door behind me."Amy." She says with a big smile and gestures towards one of the two seats on the other side of her table. "Please have a seat.""Thanks" I sit on the chair she pointed at and cross my arms"How are you today?" "I'm good, thank you." "Well, I'm sure you know why I called you here."I nod "To talk about my college applications and get advice from you."She smiles again with a nod "You won't

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

Amelia"Ooh, yeah, you lose, Miles, pay up ASAP." Miguel yells with a fist bump in the air and I look away from the novel I'm reading on my phone to see Bianca rolling her eyes and dropping a bill in his hand. "A rematch, Angel. I demand a rematch." She whines and I roll my eyes because Bianca hates losing and Miguel is even worse so we're going to be here for a long while. I should get very comfortable then. The duo dragged me to the arcade about an hour ago and have been at it like animals. This is the first time I've been able to go with them because I've been busy with the decathlon–which we won by the way in flying colours and got me the gold neckpiece I'm wearing from Miguel– and I can honestly say that I want nothing more than my bed right now. "And you're done. Again. Pay up, Bianca." "I demand a rematch."Oh my God, is this ever going to end?"You're on, Miles."Gahhhhhhhhhhh, this is never going to end. "So, Mimi–" Bianca calls without looking at me "–what time are we

Amelia’s POV"Is this the wrong time to tell you that everybody has been staring since you walked into this hall?" I turn away my attention from where Miguel is standing and talking to Pamela Bradshaw–who seems to be smiling at everything he says even though he doesn't look like he's trying to charm her– to my best friend. She hands me a drink and when I raise my eyebrows "There's definitely no alcohol in this place. There are teachers everywhere in this hall to make sure of it."When I still raise my eyebrows, she snickers and whispers in my ear "Okay, Blake and the others might have smuggled some in, but this is purely punch. I promise.""Thank you." I tell her and collect the cup, taking a tentative sip before nodding"What's that about people staring? Is there something in my hair?" She shakes her head "You look like a princess. And of course, you arrived in the arms of a prince" Her face softens and she whispers "How are things between you two?" I shrug, ignoring the weight th