AMY
Getting up from bed, I moved to the window, trying to catch my breath and stop thinking of everything that had happened between me and Pete.
It's been hilarious that I haven't been able to get him off my mind for the past day. It was on a Saturday, and I didn't know what to do with myself. I was going to wash, but I'd been lazy all day, and it was just 11 in the morning. I heard the doorbell and I took a deep breath. I wasn't in the mood to talk to Jason today, and I hoped he wouldn't stay for long.
“Hi.” The deep voice interrupted my thoughts immediately after I opened the door.
Pete. He was here. Again.
“What do you want?” I asked. I had to be defensive at this point, or I'd fall for him again.
“Why? Do you hate having me close to you this badly? You are feeling something, a
