Chapter 11

Amelia remembered she was going to face Xavier again. Reality suddenly struck, and she swallowed hard. The doorknob was twisted by her, and she could feel her heartbeat become more intense and rapid.

There he was laying on the bed, comfortably. Sometimes she wondered if he was the only one who made her feel the way she felt, or if it was both ways. His eyes were transfixed on his phone, and he didn't look up when she got in.

“Are you going to sleep here?” she asked. He looked up at her with puzzlement written on his face.

“Where else?” he muttered, and Amelia gulped. There was no way they were going to share the same bed, and she wasn't sure he was going to step down for her.

“On the bed?”

“Sure, why not?” he sat up. A smirk appeared on his face and her body heated up.

“Uh, you see….”

“You are not my type, you seem to forget” he scoffed cutting her mid-sentence, and lay back on the bed, unbothered

“As if” she rolled her eyes. “We can't still share the same bed” she added in a more se