leave. I don’t want her to leave. Hell, if I had it my way she would move in with me. What the hell am I thinking ? I have got to get my head screwed on right.
I reach over and hold her hand and start rubbing her knuckles. She turns and smiles; her smile lights up the room. I know she is here on vacation and I don’t want to take up all her time, well, I do actually . I want to spend every minute of every day with her until she has to leave. That is, unless my plan works and I can convince her to stay here, move here, with me. I need to talk to Caleb and see what he says about all this. He has always told me the way it is, so I know I can count on him to be honest with me. We don’t have much further to go until we reach her house. I can’t stop touching her. She just feels too good.
Turning the corner, her house comes into view. I slow down, trying to prolong the inevitable. The longer I take, the longer she’s with me. Unfortunately, I’m not slow enough. I am soon turning up the driveway. Pulling up and parking the car in front of the garage, I turn off the engine. I just sit there and so does she.
She makes no attempt to get out of the car. I turn in my seat to face her, grabbing both her hands, and just watch her. She has a million emotions running across her face and she’s trying to hide each and every one of them. The one that stands out the most is sadness. I reach up and cup her face with my right hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek. God, she looks like she is about to cry. I actually do not know what to say, so I say the only thing that comes to mind “It’ll be okay.” She leans into me and a tear rolls down her cheek. I lean in and kiss the tear away, tasting the saltiness. I pull back slightly, then lean in again, giving her a soft kiss. Sitting back in my seat, I watch her again. She shows me a weak smile and looks down.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything you need me to bring this evening?”
“No, just your hunger.”
“It’s a date. Now, sit tight.” I get out of the car and start to walk around to her side to help her from the car. I glance sideways towards her and notice she is wiping her cheeks off, trying to hide the tears. Maybe she does have feelings for me. Reaching the passenger side, I open her door and offer her my hand, which she accepts. I shut her door after she gets out and start heading for the porch. Once we reach the door, she turns towards me and reaches for both my hands.
“Myles, thank you again for a lovely evening...and morning.”
“It was my pleasure, Amelia.”
I make sure to get her cell number before I leave just in case something should happen. I pull on her arms to bring her closer to me, lowering my lips, giving her a kiss so sweet, hoping she can feel what I am feeling. I release her and wait for her to go into the house before I turn to leave.
Once in my car, I start the engine, back up and start to drive away. I feel as if I am abandoning her. I have got to get my thoughts together. I need to talk this out with Caleb. I hit a few buttons on my dash and wait for him to answer.
“Hey, man. What’s up?” Caleb answers on the third ring.
“Nothing. Listen, I just dropped Amelia off and need to talk to you about something. Can you meet me at my house in a bit?”
“Sure, give me twenty,” Caleb says, disconnecting the call. He doesn’t live far from me, so he will probably be there before I am. I drive the rest of the way home in complete silence.
Chapter Fifteen
Amelia
Myles waits for me to go into the house before he turns to leave. I shut the door, turning to let my back rest against it. Closing my eyes, I just stand there and try to get my thoughts together so I can talk to Jamie and get her insight. I no sooner have her name drift through my head and she walks into the living room.
“Amelia, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Not wanting to lift my head to look at her because I know she will know that I have been crying,
I reach over and hold her hand and start rubbing her knuckles. She turns and smiles; her smile lights up the room. I know she is here on vacation and I don’t want to take up all her time, well, I do actually . I want to spend every minute of every day with her until she has to leave. That is, unless my plan works and I can convince her to stay here, move here, with me. I need to talk to Caleb and see what he says about all this. He has always told me the way it is, so I know I can count on him to be honest with me. We don’t have much further to go until we reach her house. I can’t stop touching her. She just feels too good.
Turning the corner, her house comes into view. I slow down, trying to prolong the inevitable. The longer I take, the longer she’s with me. Unfortunately, I’m not slow enough. I am soon turning up the driveway. Pulling up and parking the car in front of the garage, I turn off the engine. I just sit there and so does she.
She makes no attempt to get out of the car. I turn in my seat to face her, grabbing both her hands, and just watch her. She has a million emotions running across her face and she’s trying to hide each and every one of them. The one that stands out the most is sadness. I reach up and cup her face with my right hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek. God, she looks like she is about to cry. I actually do not know what to say, so I say the only thing that comes to mind “It’ll be okay.” She leans into me and a tear rolls down her cheek. I lean in and kiss the tear away, tasting the saltiness. I pull back slightly, then lean in again, giving her a soft kiss. Sitting back in my seat, I watch her again. She shows me a weak smile and looks down.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything you need me to bring this evening?”
“No, just your hunger.”
“It’s a date. Now, sit tight.” I get out of the car and start to walk around to her side to help her from the car. I glance sideways towards her and notice she is wiping her cheeks off, trying to hide the tears. Maybe she does have feelings for me. Reaching the passenger side, I open her door and offer her my hand, which she accepts. I shut her door after she gets out and start heading for the porch. Once we reach the door, she turns towards me and reaches for both my hands.
“Myles, thank you again for a lovely evening...and morning.”
“It was my pleasure, Amelia.”
I make sure to get her cell number before I leave just in case something should happen. I pull on her arms to bring her closer to me, lowering my lips, giving her a kiss so sweet, hoping she can feel what I am feeling. I release her and wait for her to go into the house before I turn to leave.
Once in my car, I start the engine, back up and start to drive away. I feel as if I am abandoning her. I have got to get my thoughts together. I need to talk this out with Caleb. I hit a few buttons on my dash and wait for him to answer.
“Hey, man. What’s up?” Caleb answers on the third ring.
“Nothing. Listen, I just dropped Amelia off and need to talk to you about something. Can you meet me at my house in a bit?”
“Sure, give me twenty,” Caleb says, disconnecting the call. He doesn’t live far from me, so he will probably be there before I am. I drive the rest of the way home in complete silence.
Chapter Fifteen
Amelia
Myles waits for me to go into the house before he turns to leave. I shut the door, turning to let my back rest against it. Closing my eyes, I just stand there and try to get my thoughts together so I can talk to Jamie and get her insight. I no sooner have her name drift through my head and she walks into the living room.
“Amelia, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Not wanting to lift my head to look at her because I know she will know that I have been crying,
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