Amelia’s POV
When he grabbed my arm as I started to leave the car, I gritted my teeth but I also wanted to play it cool as I turn back to look at him. “What the hell is your problem?” I asked mentally, but out loud, all I said was. “What?”
“You can’t go out like that.” He said and I furrowed at him. What did he mean by that? Was I looking awful or what?
I knew my hair was a mess and it was all sticky to my head, but I didn’t think it wasn’t as bad as he was making it sound. “Like what?” I finally asked him instead of assuming what his reason could be.
Instead of answering my question, Luke sighed and he angled his head down and his eyes went to my top, so I rolled my eyes.
“Dramatic much.” Or at least, that was what I was still thinking when I followed his eyes down to where he was
