𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀, 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐢𝐢𝐢

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𐌀𐌌𐌀𐌙𐌀

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She knew he had feelings for her.

It was obvious.

He would gaze at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

Or how he would handle her so softly during their time together.

And she pitied him for it.

For he was nothing but a pawn in a bigger game.

She released a sigh as her finger trailed up and down his chest.

The night would have to end soon.

She knew it.

And so did he.

''I should go.'' She sat up only to have him pull her down and snuggle against her naked chest.

''Stay,'' He groaned. She rolled her eyes.

''You know I can't.'' She said. Tyler released a sigh.

''Why.''

''Because I still-

''Yeah, yeah, I get it. Klaus practically ripped your heart out of your chest, so now you want revenge.'' Tyler sat up once Amaya pulled away.

Breathe, Amaya.

Just breathe.

''You, of all people, should understand where I'm coming from.'' Amaya bitterly chuckled. ''I mean, he stole your girlfriend and killed your mom.''

Low blow.

Tyler's eyes widened.

''I'm sorry,''

Lie.

Amaya tried taking his hand, but he moved it away from her.

''I'm just a little bit on edge.'' She put on her best act. ''Seeing Klaus again has brought up some unwanted feelings.''

''You still love him.'' Tyler stated, disapponted.