Chapter Eighty - Five

AMELIA'S POV

There was a man standing before me. He had beautiful blue eyes and beautiful brown hair. I knew his name; I knew him, but I couldn't remember or bring myself to remember. My body felt too heavy for me, and I couldn't process my environment or what had happened to me.

This man with blue eyes carried me to the bathtub and washed my body with warm water. It eased the stinging scratches on my arms, legs and face. Then he carried me to the room, toweled my body dry, and wore a white night dress for me. He was taking care of me.

I didn't know who he was, but I felt my body respond to him. As he combed my hair, I placed my hand around his waist, and I felt him tense under my touch. For some reason, I smiled. In one fluid motion, I pushed him to the bed and was lying atop him, pinning him under me with such strength that I couldn't imagine.

His blue eyes went wild in shock. I smiled as I covered his mouth with mine. He didn't respond at first, but then I pushed deeper. Teasing h