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As before, this was the moment when she made sure our conversation took a turn. She turned around, leaning against the sink. "What I actually meant to say earlier is that I feel guilty for not being sad. No remorse. Nothing. I'm indifferent, but it's somewhat of a relief to know that from now on, I don't have to worry about anything concerning him."
I automatically clenched my teeth.
She continued. "About how I could salvage something that's already beyond saving. Or how I could make him show at least some feelings toward me… All of that. I'm just done with it. How could I mourn that?"
Sooner or later, she'd get there, but I wouldn't tell her that. As long as she felt okay and wasn't forced to swim in a lake of bitter tears because of an idiot, I wouldn't push her in that direction.
Yet her words made me step into the tiny bathroom. I kicked the door shut behind me to immediately block out Wilder's curiosity. If I was going to make a fool of myself in front of Amelia, I preferred doing it in private.
"Thatboyisn't worth your worry, let alone your tears. He may have been someone you loved and were happy with at some point, but he couldn't have sent you a clearer message. You have every right to feel however you want. But if you start crying over this jerk, I might have to find him and…" It was better if I didn't finish that sentence and let on that I was already feeling protective toward her.
Still, she didn't let it slide. "Are you going to kick his ass?"
I grimaced. Normally, I wasn't one for violence. In this case, though, it felt more than right to make an exception. I shrugged it off casually.
"And are you suggesting you'd prefer I cry alone?"
Her question made me grind my teeth. I'd prefer not to see her cry at all. "You know as well as I do that's not what I meant," I replied quietly. "Also, I want to clear up any insinuation that I might be here to bring wetness to your eyes."
Other body parts, however…
Amelia shook her head. "I won't cry over him."
"Good."
"Yes." She turned her back to me, washed her hands, and then faced me again, reaching for the towel that hung somewhere behind me on the wall.
Instead of just drying her hands, she stepped so close to me that I could feel heat coming off her in waves. The water droplets from her fingertips soaked into the fabric of my shirt, and as I absorbed the shift in the small space, I placed my hands on her waist.
Given her size and weight, it would have been easy to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out. But I ignored that temptation—because at some point between the restaurant, the car ride, and arriving at this apartment, I had convinced myself not to make the first move.
It wouldn't have been fair.
Taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state was neither sensible nor was it my intention.
Yet as Amelia slid up my body, the intent clear in her eyes, I could no longer ignore my body's response. It felt like a fully loaded truck was crashing into me, yet it still didn't prepare me for what coursed through me when our lips finally met.
For the second time in her presence, my world seemed to tilt on its axis. Everything faded away, and nothing else seemed to matter.
Her taste hit me full-on, electrifying every nerve in my body. My hand slid from her waist into her dark, long hair. I wrapped it around my fist, angled her head slightly, and deepened the kiss.
Whatever I had felt before… this kiss, the way our tongues met in perfect harmony, made it unmistakably clear that I needed this woman.
It sounded ridiculous—even to my ears. We had only known each other for a few seconds, yet fate had done everything to have us meet in that restaurant. I was convinced of that; otherwise, there wouldn’t be an explanation for this connection between us.
Amelia's touch, even just the lightest touch of her fingers on my hand, sent sparks through my body, making me desperate for more.
There was this attraction… and the shrill ringing of a phone.
At first, I refused to let her go as that kiss felt like a promise of more.
But as she pulled away breathlessly with fire in her eyes, I allowed her to lean back a bit.
Like before, when our eyes met, I felt the desire to show her what true appreciation meant and what it felt like when someone cared enough to protect her.
"You know what wasn't on my bingo card for tonight? You kissing me," I said over the ringing of the phone.
It was in her jacket pocket.
