Amelia
I to steel my nerves.m so I don’t look as flabbergasted as I feel.
"Why would I be hiding from you?" I ask, deflecting from answering with a yes or no.
"You tell me," he smirks.
"I wasn't, so if you would please excuse me, I’d be grateful," I say, trying to get away quickly, but he advances on me and has his hands spread inside the doorway. I'm trapped inside the bathroom.
"Amelia, Amelia, why are you lying?" He asks, shaking his head. I feel like I'm involved in a hunting process, I’m the prey, and by no means do I stand a chance of getting away.
"I'm not. Now move," I tell him, my embarrassment now turning into frustration.
"No. You saw me come through the door, and you got up and ran to the bathroom. I want to know why you did that," he enters the bathroom and closes the d
