Amanda's POV
Rainie hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and managed to squeeze out a smile, "I'm all better now, thanks, Amanda."
I knew Dylan wanted to ask more but refrained. I didn't want to appear petty and insecure in his eyes.
Even though my heart ached like it was filled with acid, I spoke for him. He seemed momentarily surprised, then tightened his grip on my hand.
I felt a bit of relief, and the bitterness in my chest gradually gave way to a hint of sweetness. He understood himself, and he was willing to take small steps towards self-love. Even if he still had feelings for Rainie, I could wait. A month, half a year, a year, two years, it didn't matter.
Dylan's phone rang, and he checked the caller ID.
He said to me, "It's a call from Councilman Pack. I'll take it in
