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-Chapter 19-

-Chapter 19-

-Oliver-

I trail my hand down her leg and smile to myself. The sunshine peaking in through the curtains makes her look even more beautiful, laying in the covers. I can hear soft snores escape her. I brush away her hair from her face and plant a quick kiss on her forehead and I get up.

I stare down at myself and then the pile of our clothes and I feel something swell up inside of me.

I can't believe we actually did that...

I did it with the annoying anxiety chic that I love.

I head to the shower to get ready and in the midst of walking out with my hand to my towel in search for some fresh clothes, Amy looks up at me in the bed. She's covering herself with the thin sheets and she looks like a wild creature. Her hair sticking up madly and her small body protected by only a layer.

She still looks like a dream...

A dream..?

Oh my God... I almost forgot...

"Good morning." She says, watching my every move. Her eyes trailing after me. I can feel them staring at the back of me as I pick up one of my t-shirts and a pair of jeans for the car ride home. Something casual and comfortable.

We can finally get back to New York.

"I love you." She says, and I don't know wether she's acknowledging it for herself or if she's just trying to declare something to me. I turn towards her.

"I know." I grin, heading to the bathroom to change, closing the door behind me for a bit of space to cool myself down. Everytime I look at her I think of last night, which was wonderful.

After getting dressed and managing a comb through my hair and brushing my teeth I join Amanda sitting on the bed, already in a yellow dress with black dots with thin straps to support it.

"You look nice." I say, rubbing my hand over hers. She smiles weakily at me and suddenly grips me tightly in an embrace. My arms still extended outward in shock.

"What's wrong?" I ask, wondering if something is up with her. She's acting weird.

"Nothing, I just don't know what to do when we get to New York." Amanda holds onto me tighter and I final relax my hands on the back of her.

"It's going to be okay..." I whisper to her to try to calm her a little.

"Nothing will be different. We will still see each other and you can even meet my pain in the ass brother. I'll paint you pictures and you can read me books at your store. Then, I'll take you to fancy dinners and buy you gorgeous dresses that I can take off of you later." Amy pulls back and raises an eyebrow.

"What?" I reply and she hits me softly.

"I'm not that easy," she whines," you have to romance me as well."

I laugh and remember all the kissing that went on during the wedding and all the disgusted looks we recieved from family members and friends, even Nora. I know we were being the disgusting lovey-dovey couple that everyone hates at gatherings and it was a wedding for Diana and Mark, but I just couldn't help myself. It was a wonderful day and we were both in good moods, and that was my rare opportunity.

"Are you listening to me?" Amy interrupts my thoughts and I shake my head, laughing. She sighs and slaps me softly against the cheek.

"What were you thinking about?" She asks, curling up on the bed, giving out a yawn.