Amelia’s POV
I jerked back, holding my hand to my chest.
Derek stared at his hand for a moment before rubbing it.
“If I didn't know better, I'd say you were struck by my charisma.” He joked but confusion was still evident in his eyes.
I swallowed. Why did I see him covered in blood? Was he dead? I thought before plastering an awkward smile on my face.
“Maybe, it would be weird if I wasn't. Anyway, I shouldn’t have overreacted.” I decided to go with the flow.
He smirked. “We should probably head back now. Larry specifically asked to escort you,” he said but didn't attempt to stand up. I raised a brow and he rubbed his neck.
"The red-headed stuck-up nigga?" I asked, using my hands to describe him.
“I like your company regardless of what anyone says,” he muttered. I gasped dramaticall
