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"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appe...
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"Amelia, you're like my only connection besides Ayden. Plus, you're parents are going to be there and they're gonna be inquisitive about our..." She trailed off, glancing away from me for a moment, "whatever it is..."
I stared at her, feeling my blanket tightly cling to my body as the fire place crackled behind her. She had been pleading me to tag along to James's charity event. The very one Ben had informed me about when he caught us all disheveled and bothered.
My lips unconsciously frowned at the memory and I furrowed my brows together, knowing I couldn't possibly dare to face James anymore than I already had. I was completely and utterly in love with him, but I was aware of the toxicity that mended with it. I was scared and afraid, knowing that if he even spared a glance towards me, I would probably crack.
"Amelia," Aviary crouched in front of me, seemingly reading my saddened expression like a book, "I know how incredibly hard it must be, but please, tell me why you won't hear out his emotions and his thoughts?"
"Aviary..." My voice was sort of warning, audibly telling her not to go there.
"It's just-I saw his eyes that day-how apologetic and sorrowful they were. He was so distraught. I wasn't going to let him anywhere near you, but he begged and pleaded," She gazed deeply into my eyes, having this tender tone to her voice, "I'm not saying you should put all your eggs in one basket and trust him again, but I'm just saying maybe talk with him? Hear him out with an open-mind? He doesn't deserve your time, but aren't you wondering-just a little bit-what he has to say?"
I stared deeply at her face, but allowing my thoughts to flood through my mind so the reality became a slight daze. Was Aviary right? Had I been doing this whole thing wrong? Or was I just protecting my feelings?
She gazed at me with this cautiousness in her eyes, chewing her lip nervously as she seemed to have been holding in her opinion for a long time.
"Okay," my voice was mellow and she released her breath, seemingly holding it in, in anticipation. I stared past her, towards the modern fireplace with a crease between my eyebrows, beginning to feel these odd emotions wash over me.
"Okay, but if you want to leave at any point, be sure to tell me because we'll whip out if there real fast. Let's go get ready, huh," She informed, grabbing ahold of my lethargic hand, not quite grasping my attention yet. Should I have heard James out? Even if my mind was already made up and he didn't deserve it?
"Come on," She tugged me up, finally collecting my eyes as I slightly stumbled with the blanket around my legs. I sighed and began to follow behind her, walking into her larger room with the big windows masking the southern wall.
She had taken the master when we first moved in since, after all, I didn't really require a ton of space. And I knew she would be more than thrilled to receive it without an exchange or an argument. I'm just a low-maintenance friend, what can I say?
