Amelia's POV
"Go somewhere with me." I blurt and when Miguel raises his eyebrows, I palm my face.
"You don't have to make me feel better about s**t, Mia. It's none of your concern."
"Just shut up and come with me, alright?"
Fishing for the keys from the bag in my hand, I turn around and head for my car, entering and slamming the driver's seat shut. The couple of minutes it takes for him to get in the passenger seat and put on his seatbelt feels like hours but I use it to send a text to mum that we are heading out for a bit. That way, it would be a lot harder to jump out of the car, bolt to my room and ask myself what the hell I'm doing.
The drive is quiet, the atmosphere between us tense and charged and I have to remind myself why I'm driving Miguel to my secret spot i
