She's My Celebrity [New]

Inner Child Pt2

Amalia

I blinked rapidly, unable to move as his warm hands cupped my cheeks. When I realized that he was leaning closer, my heart rate accelerated. I found myself gulping as I slowly closed my eyes. I didn't know what I felt at that moment. Was it happiness, thrill, or nervousness?

At each passing second, my heart rate only increased. I clenched my fist as I waited. He was close, so close that I could feel the heat of his face.

Just then...

My phone started ringing all of a sudden; the ringtone was so loud that it startled both of us. Yeon-Jae swiftly removed his hands from my cheeks and stepped back. I looked up at him and noticed that he averted his gaze, his ears visibly red.

I wanted to call out for him, but my phone kept on ringing, which irritated me. I hated my ringtone and always forgot to change it. Sighing in defeat, I made my way to the coffee table and picked it up.

It was Mr. Jones.

I took a breath in and answered.

"Amalia?" he called out and I hummed in response.

"Miss. Yuna just called me to confirm that you'll be starting your schedule tomorrow. I just wanted to know your first impression of her. Do you like her?" he continued.

I had to pause for a few seconds to gather my thoughts because just a few seconds ago, Yeon-Jae and I nearly--

"Amalia?" he called out again, and I flinched because I kept side-tracking.

I cleared my throat, "She's okay. I guess we'll get along." I replied, and I heard him sigh in relief.

"That's great. Also, how's Yeon-Jae? I saw on the news that he was announced as the heir. I was taken aback." he said, his tone giving a hint of excitement. I turned and looked at Yeon-Jae, who was pretending to be busy cleaning the place. I smiled when I noticed that his ears were still red.

"Yeah, I was taken aback too," I said.

"You have to make every second you spend with him count. He has many connections, remember," he said.

"Is that all you think about?" I asked as I rolled my eyes.

"I'm just looking out for you. Remember that his mother is the owner of a brand--".

"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll try my best." I interrupted, my voice filled with annoyance and impatience.

Even though we were on the phone and thousands of miles apart, I could tell that he just pushed up his spectacles. "Good. Don't ruin it. I'll get going now, I'm sure it's getting late there. Get some rest, you have a big day tomorrow." he said before hanging up.

I removed my phone from my ear and stared down at it.

Tomorrow.

I wasn't looking forward to tomorrow at all and I didn't want to sound like a brat and complain to Mr. Jones about it either. Even if I did, it only meant that I had to explain why I didn't want to go to the talk show.

I sighed and put my phone in my pocket. I then looked up and noticed that Yeon-Jae finished cleaning up and was heading to the kitchen.

"You didn't have to clean it yourself," I said as I followed him and he placed all the stuff on the counter.

"It's not much to clean." he said and then looked back at me, "Well, it's getting late. I think you should leave now."

It felt like my heart physically sank. I didn't want to go back home; at least not yet. It meant that I wouldn't be able to see Yeon-Jae for a while.