Amelia's point of view
Did he really think I was just going to let him walk away after what had happened downstairs? There was not a chance in hell I would allow him to go to bed on his own.
I was slightly embarrassed about dry-humping him downstairs, but I couldn't have stopped even if I had wanted to. My body reacted to his in whichever way it chose to, leaving me nothing more than a willing bystander.
And now that I had a physical connection with his body, I was able to follow my heart rather than my head. It was a revelation.
Of course, he didn't kill my Mom. I knew without a moment's hesitation that I could trust him. Just like I knew that he would never lie to me. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid to waste any of our precious time together thinking that he did.
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