AARON'S POV
Women have the worst timing possible. We were in the beginning of what promised to be a very hot makeup session when Amelia suddenly remembered there's something she wants to tell me.
“Can it wait?“ I asked as I latched my lips onto her neck.
“No.“ She moaned. “We have to talk now.“
I bit down lightly on her neck and reluctantly let her down from the counter.
“Fine.“ I agreed. “Let's go outside.“
“Yeah.“
We plopped down on the stairs to her front door. At least here, we can keep our hands off each other.
“So? What do you want to talk about?“
“Us.“
I frowned. I thought we'd already said all we're supposed to back in her living room.
“Okay?“
“I know I... kissed you after your confession.“ My favorite thing about Amelia had to be her blush. I'm sure no one would ever
