Saved By The One & Only

The Andersons'

Amy's POV:

His comment reverberated throughout my mind.

He's so cocky! Assuming, I'll be falling for him soon enough.

I need to be strong.

He can't know that I'm slowly falling for him, NOT when there's still so much at stake between us.

"By the way." He speaks once again while he grabs me by the waist and turns me towards him. "I never did properly thank you for the gifts you bought me. So allow me to do it now."

My eyebrows knit in confusion and before I realize it, his lips come crashing down on mine.

I vaguely remember the sound of the photographers going wild and snapping pictures at us.

The amount of flashes nearly blinding me despite the fact that my eyes were closed.

But I didn't focus on any of that except for the fact that his lips were on me, savoring every piece of me. Almost as if he's been yearning to kiss me.

All too soon he broke away, but not before flashing a megawatt smile at me. A subtle and quick kiss yet I was hoping we'd stay in this position forever, regardless of those around us.

"Thank you."

My heart almost stopped with the way he flashed a smile at me. My insides were burning and my face, as I'm all too sure, reflected the same desire I had on the inside.

I was too stunned by what just happened, by this entire day, from breakfast, to the special Barnes & Noble's tour, to the books, the surprise, the spa and now this?!

It was all too.... Easy.

I don't know if I even deserve to be this content right now. I've caused him a lot of problems and it feels like something, i don't know what, but something is bound to go wrong sooner or later.

"Whatever you're thinking about, stop." His voice cuts through my trance.

I don't know how he could tell what I was thinking, I remained stoic and focused on every snap of photo that came across our way across the red carpet—- as we entered the notoriously well known Gotham Hall.

He removed his hand from my back as he climbed onto a step and turned to face me with an outstretched hand. I take his hand as he scans my face. Searching for what I'm about to say to him, as he guides me up the steps to him. "I'm not like any other woman you've been with before. I'm scared this will all be a dream and when I wake up, I'll be the one picking up the pieces of what's left."

I wasn't sure why I'd said it out loud but I realized I was in too deep, too many months with him. And just recently with everything that's happened. The lines between us have been blurred and I'm not too certain we can go back to how things were, but it doesn't necessarily mean I have to jump straight into whatever we have going on either.

I want to. I do.

But I think he needs to be aware that I'm not willing to sacrifice certain aspects of who I am.

I've been single for a very long time, and I've felt content because no one has ever truly provided me with what I desire.

His eyes are still on me as we stop mid-stride on the staircase.

"I won't hurt you." His voice is soft and gentle but his response does not deny the determination behind his answer.