Amelia's POV
I woke up early and ordered Milo room service for breakfast. The view from the balcony was beautiful, France was beautiful.
It's kind of ironic how Paris is the city of love yet it feels one sided between Milo and I.
Does he still care about me?
I hear him yawn in the bedroom so I walk back inside.
"Wow, is all this mine?" His eyes light up.
"Yeah."
"Thanks." He smiles up at me before crawling towards the bottom of the bed.
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He's so pretty when he smiles.
"Hey- Amelia you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine, eat up."
I walk back on the balcony and let the morning air hit me.
I try to take deep breaths but it wasn't working. I got this awful feeling and I don't know how to make it go away.
What is wrong with me today?
"Amelia I want to see the Eiffel Tower today." He says wrapping his arms around me.
"Okay."
"Seriously are you okay?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Do you care about me?"
"What? Of course I do, don't be so stupid Amelia."
Stupid?
"Right."
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Berserk
Ficțiune adolescențiber·serk adjective out of control with anger or excitement; wild or frenzied. /// (This book is a sequel to Unorthodox) Amelia starts to realize her new start at life comes at a price. New characters, secrets, and of course complications. /// "Naive...
