Amelie’s POV
I’m lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It’s a nice ceiling, but I wish I were sleeping instead. After the bomb Nathan dropped, it’s not coming any time soon. Married? He wants to get married. Oddly, I was quite flattered, he asked me. That means he trusts me. Trust is a good foundation for marriage, right? I said I would do anything for Zander to get his surgery. This is the best and fastest way. Could I live in a loveless marriage for 3 years? That’s the biggest question that is stopping me. The question should be, can I live with him for 3 years with my feelings for him and not do anything? I press my hands into my face.
I glance over at the clock. It's 2 am. Argh! Sleep, Amelie! Screw it! I need ice cream.
I quietly head for the stairs and then tiptoe into the kit
