Deceived Love

Chapter 8

Amanda’s P.O.V.

We were currently on the road in Patrick’s black SUV, because he said it was better if we used his car. He sat looking at the road, his big hands attached to the wheel, not losing focus. From side point view, I  noticed his jaw line. He had a fine jaw. His pink lips were pursed in concentration, but his eyes shifted a little to look at me. I stared back into his never-ending eyes and my breath caught in my throat.

He stared a bit longer, with a glint in his eyes, and I just looked away. He sensed a bit of tension and focused his eyes on the road again. I was falling for Patrick. How could it be, that only in this second encounter, I was already falling for him?

Harry’s P.O.V.

I had been caught staring. As I focused my eyes back on the road, I couldn’t believe it. I was falling for Daniela. I wanted to know so much about her, I wanted to know what her life was like, and if I could be in it. But first, I needed to tell her my real name, and then things could start out clean.  

“Uh, are you cold?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. She looked my direction and rubbed her hands together. “Yeah, a bit,” she said. I reached over and turned on the warm air, brushing past her arm. Something ignited as our arms touched, it was strong under the fabric. I proceeded to put both hands onto the wheel.

“So, where exactly are we going?” she asked in curiosity. I chuckled and glanced at her.

“I’m taking you to a very special place that I love going to,” I stated simply. She looked at me like I hadn’t said anything. Hah, so she was a curious girl.

Finally I parked the car, by a tree. We were in the middle of  fresh green grass. There was this one tree that had big branches hanging down. It was my favorite.  I would always come here in the middle of nowhere to think. 

And lately, I’ve been doing a lot of that.

Amanda’s P.O.V.

He had just parked his car outside of nowhere. Ugh, Daniela, why did u trust Patrick? He could be a killer for all you know!

I heard a chuckle from beside me. He was teasingly smirking at me. “I didn’t just bring you here to murder you or something, if that’s what you think,” he said with an amused expression. I slapped his arm, “It’s a good thing I have my cell phone with me, I can call 911,” I jokingly said. We just laughed.

“Where are we?” I asked after a minute. He looked out the window and stared into the moonlight. “I always come here, when I need some time alone,” he whispered, still looking out. He seemed troubled. I hadn’t seen him like this. He frowned and looked down at his hands. I reached out and grabbed his big hands with mine. He seemed taken aback, but he looked up into my eyes and relaxed.

“Uh, I’ll go open your door,” he said awkwardly, but got out of the car and turned to come open the door for me. I stepped out, and it was a chilly. He led me through the grass until we stopped in front of a willow tree. Patrick patted the spot next to him and I sat down next to him. Our sides were touching, keeping me warm.