Be a good boy and come to me

Amelia slowly opened her eyes and closed them. Her vision was blurry at first, but it became clearer after several blinks.

She could finally see clearly and in front of her was James, lying on his left hand side, facing her. His face was about three inches away from hers.

She creased her brows and sprang up. She looked around the room, wondering how and when she got there.

The manner at which she sprang up woke James up, and he also sat up.

“Amelia.” He called, and she turned her head to look at him.

“What am I doing here? Why are we sleeping on the same bed?” She asked, moving further away from him.

“Hey… I know it would be hard to recollect what happened last night. How are you feeling?”

He stretched his hand to her face but she moved away. She got out of bed and moved away from it.

“Hey… what’s wrong? I just want to check your temperature.”

“What happened, Mr. James,” She responded, lowering her head slowly.

She couldn’t remember much but she could remember vividly that t