I grab a shirt and grey cotton sweats off the hanger with a smile on my lips.
I prefer her in my clothes, anyway.
Now that I’m dressed, I head out into the living room, observing the both of them with sharp vision. “What’s up?”
Amira gazes down at her nails as Ash stares at her. The interest I felt earlier from their murmured discussion comes back full force, only this time, I’m not curious.
I’m fucking annoyed.
“Well, don’t fucking stop your conversation for li’l ol’ me. Please… fucking continue.”
She flinches at my harsh tone, and a part of me feels guilty for that, but the majority of me doesn’t give a shit.
We promised no more secrets, and now not only is she keeping shit from me, but she’s hiding things with Ash?
Fuck that.
“Take the stick out of your ass. It’s nothing to get mad over. Amira was just talking about you.”
“Then she can tell me that herself,” I say, staring at the top of her head, waiting for her to look up and meet my eyes.
I know she can feel the weight of my stare from the way she chews on the inside of her cheek, but her stubborn ass won’t take her eyes from her lap.
“Amira.”
I fucking hate the way her shoulders jerk under my stern tone, so after taking a deep breath, I try again.
“Angel, look at me.”
I can hear her inhale of breath before she turns to look up over her shoulder, watery eyes falling on mine, instantly making me regret the anger I felt earlier.
“Talk to me.”
“I was just telling Ash that I love you, and I’m happy you’re here...”
The emotion in her voice is enough to send me to my knees at her feet.
Taking her face in my hands, I draw her close. “And I love you.”
I’m confused by the trembling in her body as I take her in my arms, and the way her lips hesitantly press against mine causes a sinking feeling in my gut, but I push down those cautionary alarms and sink into her lips.
She breaks our connection and gazes into my eyes.
Call it my fucking sixth sense or intuition, but from the way she looks at me, I know we’re headed toward disaster.
CHAPTER NINE
AMIRA
Monday
March 15, 2021
Just as I said before, sleep won’t come for me tonight.
I might have had a chance at a good night's rest had I not taken that nap earlier, but you can’t change the past, so I’m suffering another night awake while Roman sleeps peacefully beside me.
I shift closer to Roman’s exposed torso, climbing into his open arms to gently rest my head on his chest and drown in the rhythmic thumping of his heart.
