Warning: Lots of mature content and strong language ahead. Read at your own risk. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Love is a messy, painful ordeal. Amelia Harold knew this all too well.
After all, she did fall in love...
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“WHAT ARE YOU DOING here?” She asked and her voice cracked. She cleared her throat.
He simply raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for you.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to know where you'll be sleeping,” she said sheepishly.
“Lia,” he warned and she rolled her eyes, getting some of her confidence back.
She inhaled and collected her thoughts.
“We can share the room.”
He gave her that look again, the one with the raised eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
“Just because it might snow tonight and you'll freeze out here,” she added quickly.
“My car does have a heater, you know.”
She sighed.
“Stop arguing about this. I'm not letting you sleep out here because of me.”
“And I can't sleep in there with you because I intend on keeping my promise.”
She wished he didn't. And then she immediately quieted her thoughts.
“I'll make sure you behave,” she said dryly, folding her arms over her chest.
“You'll make sure I behave?” He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Seriously? Stop acting like a kid and come back to the room.”
She wasn't sure why she was here. He could stay here. He was right, the car did have a heater. She didn't have to care for him.
“How about we make a deal?”
“How about we don't?”
“You call me by my name and I'll go back to the room?”
“Okay, you know what? You can stay here and freeze your ass off or you can come with me and we can get through this night so that I can get rid of you until at least the next week.”
He stared at her with that smile on his face. Like this was everything he could have ever wished for.
“That’s not a very compelling argument, Lia. I'm afraid you've lost your touch,” he clicked his tongue.
Something she knew about him without a doubt was that he was a man of his word.
And now that she knew something he wanted but couldn't have, she was going to have fun making him suffer.
“You want me to say your name?” She lowered her voice to a whisper.
She leaned forward until her lips were next to his ear, until she was close enough for him to feel every curve of her against him.
