ia's
ff a few times, as usual, in my room due to partial contact. Standing up to touch the switch felt like a big problem rig
. 'No, Amelia, do not fall for sweet words. This
rang. It was him. My heart beat fast, b
aid, trying
t rain last night?" Andre's voice was deep and wa
you. You too
But even on the phone, I could feel something. His laugh made my stomach do a small f
lle this afternoon, but I want to see you. Let me take you for
as good for the plan. "Okay.
e sent a text message tha
e was already waiting. When he saw me, he stood up with a big smile. He looked even better in
"You look beautiful. That red from las
at down. "Thank you. Y
about my "events planning" job, and I told him stories. Some were true and some I made nicer. He listened like he really cared. The
st touched on the table. "Most girls I meet just want pictures and g
wires making contact when there is current. When he smiled, I wanted to smile back bigger. But no. I pushed the
from my chin with his finger, the touch sent electricity
ughed. "You're smooth,
d on mine. "And I mean it, Amelia. I want t
ings. I shared how I hustled to start my page. The laughter we exchanged felt real. At one point, our knees t
ide, he walked me to my hired car. The sun was a
out tomorrow evening? At my place in Chicago
wn with this. But the plan needed
. My heart pounded. Part of me wanted it badly, I wanted hi
I let out a big breath.
t go?" she
said. "He's nice and r
t lie to yourself. I can hear it in
It's just the game. I need t
dre made me feel seen...wanted. Not just for my body or my fake smiles. The chemistry was strong, like t
that came in later: "Can't stop thinking about
k quick: "S
trong, Amelia. You are in Illinois, remember? Play the
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