The next day.
When Amelia woke up, Simon was already up.
He was standing by the window, phone in hand, dressed in a sharp suit that highlighted his chiseled features.
Noticing her movement, Simon ended the call, turning back to meet her gaze.
"Miss Clarke, enjoying the view?"
Amelia quickly looked away.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
"I told you I'd pick you up to discharge you, didn't I?"
Simon sat down beside her, his eyes catching the faint blush on her face. He chuckled lightly, "Miss Clarke, are you blushing?"
Amelia froze briefly, her discomfort evident.
"You're mistaken."
Simon wasn't convinced. His hand went straight to pinch her cheek.
"Really think I can't see clearly?"
He paused, smirking. "What is it? Think I'm good-looking?"
Amelia's tens
