Amelia P.O.V.
I wake up the next day to someone banging on the door. I drag myself from my bed and look out the peep hole and see a sad sleepy looking Jordan staring back at me. I sigh and open up the door.
“I am so glad you open the door. I was afraid you won’t,” she rattles off while extending he hands holding a to-go tray with two cups of coffee and a bag of some type of pastries.
“Peace Offering?” She states. “Please tell me you forgive me. I am so sorry I didn’t tell you.”
I step aside and let her in. She rushes in as if she is afraid, I may change my mind and slam the door in her face. She sets the coffee and the bag of donuts on the table and turns and hugs me tightly.
“Jason told me to give you time, but I couldn’t stand the idea of you being mad at me so I had to come over
