When Leo got home, he almost stumbled over when he saw Amara sitting on a stool by the window in the living room.
“Geez, Amara!” he dragged out, his breath catching in his throat. She looked away from the window then and stared at him.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, coming closer to her, and he didn't miss the way she scoffed at him.
Was she still mad?
“Why would you care anyway? You dedicate yourself to ignoring me.”
“That’s not true.”
“I don't care what is.” She said, standing up, attempting to walk away, but he held her back. She looked down to where his hand held hers.
“I told you, don't touch me.”
“Amara…”
“I was doing some thinking. Something strange is happening…” she looked up to meet his face then. “I don't know why I'm beginning to crave Adrian's attention. In other wor
