Amia
I don’t have to look around to know who it is. Every hair on my body is standing, my throat dries, and I ball my hands into fists. Calum’s eyebrow is arched and he turns his head slightly to this side. His eyes are no longer on me, they’re on the figure standing behind me, and he is not amused. I know hat I’m on a cafe full of people, but I can’t help my body’s automatic response.
Fear.
That’s the first thing that pops into my mind. That’s the word that describes what I’m feeling right now. I’m scared and I hate that our relationship has gotten to this point. The boy behind me holds so much power that he has chased the smart mouth angry girl that had just been sassing the man in front of her. I can’t avoid him anymore and I sure as hell can’t hide from him here in this small cafe.
