Chapter 51.

Eddie's POV

Watching Amelia disappear into the dimly lit hallway, a wave of clashing, intense emotions washed over me.

Disappointment was mixed with a flicker of hope, which had been brought on by the explosive kiss we had shared. I rubbed my fingers over my lips slightly, unable to get the memory of her lips, taste and smell off my mind.

Stop acting like a pervert, I scolded myself as I tore my fingers off my lips and started the ignition.

As I pulled away from the curb, my mind flashed back to a different time, a memory that had been long buried but then was suddenly brought up again by what had happened that night.

I was back in college, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filling the air of the small bakery where Amelia proudly introduced me to her new part-time job. Her eyes sparkled as she described the intricate art of crafting artisan bread and whimsical pastries, her voice bubbling with infectious enthusiasm.

"Just imagine, Eddie," she'd said, her fingers tra